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 Title: Life with the Twins Ch.  01


Summary: A single dad's life with twin daughters gets complicated.


Keywords: inc,fic





   Life is often not what you plan it to be.  Take me for instance.  If you
would have told me when I got married that in only a few short years I'd be
raising twin girls as a single parent, I probably wouldn't have gotten
married.  Even the thought of it would have terrified me beyond words.  But
I did get married, and we did have two wonderful twin girls, Diane and
Tabitha, and only a short ten years later that most terrifying situation
became reality.  I would be raising my girls alone.  Life isn't always what
you plan it to be, but the old saying is that when life gives you lemons,
make lemonade.  So I did my best to squeeze the lemons and give my best to
my daughters.

   Today I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's.  Oh, don't get me wrong. 
I'd dearly love to still have the love of my life with me.  But that isn't
what I got.  Instead I have two of the most precious things on earth to
care for and help grow.  It hasn't always been easy, and at times it's been
quite uncomfortable for me.  Things that you would always expect the mother
to take care of fell on mister mom because there wasn't anyone else. 
Having to have talks about puberty and their periods and having to teach
them about feminine hygiene products.  These were less than comfortable
topics for me, but they had to be talked about.

   Authors note to readers: After multiple attempts to get even the most
mundane non-sexual description of a typical event many single fathers have
encountered through the moderators, I have been reduced to this note.  The
site moderators have objected to even the suggestion of any nudity in
conjunction with any characters under the age of 18.  Therefor it is up to
the reader to self determine what transpired leading to the need of the
single father to have the "sex" talk with his daughters.

   An event occurred when they were fifteen the made the "sex" talk
mandatory, discussing among other things, the virtues of abstinence and
saving it for someone you loved and not treating it as a commodity to be
traded around like so many young people did today.

   The next day I made an appointment with their gynecologist for them to
talk about birth control.  They had me come in and listen to the doctor as
they decided which form was the best for them.  I left during their pelvic
exams, feeling more uncomfortable about it than they apparently did.  After
their exams I met again with the doctor to discuss their results and their
prescriptions.  I'd known Sylvia for a number of years now, and even gone
out on a date once at the behest of my daughters.  Because of our history
she felt comfortable suggesting that I get them more appropriate things to
use than the handle of a hair brush, going so far as to suggest that she'd
be willing to go shopping with me.

   I reluctantly accepted and Sylvia and I went to an adult store to select
the appropriate devices, ending up with two simple torpedo shaped
vibrators. The sales clerk, a very good looking thirty something young
woman, apparently sensing my discomfort, suggested that she instruct us on
use as well as proper cleaning.  While I was sure Sylvia didn't really need
any such instruction, she seemed to revel in my discomfort as she lifted
her skirt in the little classroom area in such a way that she could remove
her underwear and insert the vibrating device into herself while coyly
blocking my view of her pussy.  The whole "class" left me feeling extremely
horny and uncomfortable at the same time.

   Through high school my girls became less concerned about how they
covered themselves at home, often wearing things that were far more
revealing than I would have allowed them to wear in public.  They argued
that they weren't in public, but I didn't know how to explain that the
difference was that they were becoming young women not the little girls I'd
bathed.

   Now don't think that staying a single parent was a conscious choice. 
The reality was that the girls had spent many an attempt to "hook me up"
with some nice woman to date.  It seems that single women just can't refuse
a daughter's request to take their dad out on a date.  Some of those dates
turned out to be okay, others total disasters.  A few even turned into
pleasant sexual encounters.  But finding a "replacement" for my wife just
wasn't happening.  I was far too busy between work and keeping up with the
girls and all their activities to really have time to develop a
relationship with someone.  Or at least that was the excuse I used, an
excuse that I was about to regret using.  My girls, now eighteen, would in
a few short weeks be headed off to college and that would leave me alone in
this house.  It was a prospect I wasn't looking forward to.

   After the first few years without my wife the girls and I had started
taking a family vacation together each year.  For the last half dozen years
I'd allowed the girls to choose where we should go.  Cost wasn't
particularly an issue, but finding the time to plan the trips was getting
more and more difficult as my business grew.  The last two years I'd
allowed the girls to plan the trip and this year they were determined that
the trip would be a "surprise" for me.  I didn't even know where we were
going, except that we were taking a cruise someplace.  The only reason they
had allowed me to know that much was because we were going to have to go
shopping.

   About two weeks before our departure, the girls took me on a "shopping
trip".  We hit a number of stores, the girls picking a variety of light
weight dresses, all of which they made me watch them model.  Don't get me
wrong.  I enjoy getting my two princesses new clothes, but today they
seemed even more interested in modeling not only things I agreed were
"appropriate", but also things that were far more revealing, knowing full
well I wouldn't allow them to purchase those particular items.  By the time
they had picked a dozen dresses, several shorts and shirt combinations, and
a variety of underclothes to go with it all, I had to say, daughters or
not, they had me turned on.  I almost wondered at times if it weren't their
intent to cause less than fatherly thoughts, especially when they insisted
on modeling some of their bras and panties for me, arguing that their
swimsuits would certainly show off at least that much.  I should have
expected what came next.

   They took me to our final stop, a swimwear store.  It was a little out
of the way shop that didn't look overly busy, which turned out to be true.
Other than the clerk, a good looking woman that seemed to be only a few
years younger than myself, we had the place to ourselves.

   The girls got into the task with gusto, drawing the clerk into the
conversation and choosing a number of suits to try on.  I settled on an
offered chair, expecting a long wait while they tried on the variety of
suits.  I wasn't going to be so lucky.  My girls quickly returned from the
dressing room wearing their first selection, each a different but rather
modest bikini.  They turned this way and that, looking at themselves in the
multi-sided mirror as well as showing me how they looked and inadvertently
how much did and didn't show.

   The show continued, with each subsequent suit getting smaller and
skimpier.  I hoped that they didn't notice how big the bulge in my pants
had gotten with their twists and turns, doing my best to hide it with my
hat.

   "Okay.  Now you can't wear that in public!" I said as Tabby stepped out
of the dressing room in a tiny lime green string bikini that looked as if
she wiggled too much, her 32 D cup breasts would simply pop the strings. 
Not that the top covered all that much anyway.  The triangles of cloth held
by the tiny strings looked like they barely covered her nipples.

   "No?" she asked, turning to admire herself in the mirror, exposing her
back side to me, and along with it her completely bare ass, only three very
tiny strings breaking the expanse of soft looking butt.

   "Definitely not!" I said with a frown, watching her turn to and fro.  I
almost gasped in shock as she bent over, her barely covered pussy pushing
out between her legs at me.  "DEFINITLY NOT!"

   "But I could wear it at home, right?  Laying out?  I wouldn't have
hardly any tan lines at all!" she said cheerfully as Diane came out to join
her in an equally daring yellow bikini.

   "Look you two.  There isn't any way in hell I'm letting you wear those
in public without carrying a shotgun!" I said, trying to lighten the
tension I was feeling with one of our standard jokes.

   "I'll get you a new shotgun if you let me wear it on the trip," Tabby
said, pressing the issue.

   "Absolutely not.  You can go back to the last one.  That's about as
small as I'm comfortable letting you wear," I said sternly, letting them
know that they had pushed the limit.

   "But we still have more to try!"

   "Not if they're smaller than these!"

   "But we REALLY want to see what the next ones look like!" Diane
complained.  "It's just us.  It's not like it's out in public, right
Daddy?"

   Okay.  I knew I was in trouble right then.  The ONLY time I got "daddy"
any more was when they were about to try and convince me to do something or
let them do something that I wasn't going to be happy about.  "You can try
'em on, but just stay in the dressing room and you can see what they look
like."

   "But the mirror is out here!" Tabby said with a frown.  "Isn't there
something we can do?"

   "You're not wearing anything skimpier than those.  You might as well be
naked!" I said, standing firm.

   Then the unexpected happened.  They had set me up so completely that
even I had to admit it was masterful.  Diane turned to the clerk and with
an impish little grin asked.  "Would you model them for my dad so he can
see that they're really not that bad?"

   "Well.  I wouldn't usually do something like that," the clerk protested
weakly.

   "But there isn't anyone else here.  It's only two.  And you're going to
be getting a good sale."

   "Well.  I suppose it wouldn't hurt," she said, giving in WAY too easily.
So easily that I suspected that my sweet innocent angels had set this up in
advance.  The clerk took the suit my daughter was holding and stepped into
the changing room.  "I'll only be a moment," she said as her shoes popped
out from under the curtain of the dressing room.  Moments later her summer
weight dress flew over the top of the curtain partition, followed by a pair
of matching yellow lace panties and then a white lace bra.  I had no doubt
that the clerk was standing completely naked on the other side of the
curtain, getting ready to put on the suit that the girls were suggesting.

   My girls stood by me, one on each side, almost as if to make sure I
didn't move from my seat as the clerk dressed behind the curtain.  "It's
called a cutout bikini," she said as she stepped out in the tiny pink
bikini.  The straps and triangles were pretty much normal sized, except
that at least two thirds of the material was gone, leaving a web of straps
that held incredibly tiny patches of pink over her nipples and pussy. 
"Some women like them, but if you're looking to get rid of tan lines, this
certainly isn't the way to go," she said, before stepping back into the
booth.

   "Now this one," she said as she changed in the little booth, "is perfect
for getting rid of the tan lines.  Be just a second more."

   "Holy shit," I whispered under my breath as she pushed the curtain open
and stepped out.  It looked as if three small patches of Leopard print
material were floating on her body.  She turned around several times,
revealing that the tiny patch over her pussy and the small amount of her
shaved mound it covered, was held in place by clear straps.  From behind
she looked completely nude.

   "I take it you like it?" she asked sweetly, stepping closer to me as she
turned herself to and fro in front of me.

   "Um.  Uh.  Yeah.  But I don't think I could see my girls in that," I
stammered.

   "Well.  I do have two more, if you want me to model them for you?" she
asked, looking down at me with a smile.

   "Oh definitely!" Diane said, grinning back at the woman.  "I can
guarantee he's enjoying the show."

   "Uh huh.  Definitely!" Tabby chimed in.

   "Well.  Alright then," she said, stepping back behind the little
curtain. "This next one is a bit more daring," she called from inside, the
parts of the bikini she had just worn falling to the floor by her feet.

   "How daring?" Diane asked.

   "Well.  Pretty daring.  I'm not sure I'd be comfortable wearing this out
in public," she said just before she pushed the curtain open.

   "Oh damn," I practically moaned, looking up and down the woman's trim
body.  The suit consisted of a small string bikini sized leopard material,
but that was only the outline.  The material that it held in place was
completely sheer, allowing her hard nipples and areola to be easily
visible, as well as her round full pussy lips and what I could now see was
a completely shaved mound.  She stepped toward me, turning to show me the
straps on her back.  She bent over and pulled on the leopard print strap
between her round full ass cheeks, practically pulling the material from
her pussy as she bent farther.

   "Like I said.  Pretty daring," she said after being bent over for at
least half a minute in front of me.  "I have one more I'd like to show you.
It's one of my favorite playful suits," she said, walking down the aisle to
a set of racks near the far wall, coming back a moment later with a hanger
holding what looked like a pink and black suit of some kind.  "This one is
really playful.  It's certainly not for the beach, but at home, with the
right person it can really be a lot of fun," she said as she disappeared
behind the curtain again.

   "I don't think we really need..." I started to interrupt.

   "Dad!  Come on.  She's offering to show you her favorite.  As long as
she's been so helpful you can at least tell her how she looks in it," Diane
chastised me softly.

   "Fine," I answered, knowing that I might as well give in now, because
eventually they'd keep after me until I did.

   "Ready?" the clerk said before pushing the curtain open.

   "Oh my god," I whispered.

   "I'll take that as a compliment," she said with a grin as she stepped
out of the booth with her breasts completely exposed, two pink straps
around them in the general shape of where a modest bikini might cover, but
having no material at all between the outlining straps.  A black zipper
attached the two halves of the top, if we can call it that, between her
breasts.  The bottom consisted of only a wide black zipper held in place by
pink straps that matched those on the top.  "What makes this so playful is
that if you want, you can adjust the zipper up or down, depending on how
much you want to show your partner," she said as she reached down and
teased the zipper farther down, allowing it to split apart on her mound,
showing her soft smooth looking skin all the way to where her pussy lips
started.  "What do you think girls?"

   "I'd love one, but my dad would have a fit," Diane said with a giggle.
"It looks so fucking hot!"

   "I have to admit that wearing one like this always gets me kind hot,"
the clerk said with a smile.  "Now, you said you also needed a suit for
your father?"

   "Me?" I asked, almost squeaking out the response.

   "Of course Daddy!  You can't wear that crunky old set of trunks you have
on this trip.  So what do you have in good looking men's suits?"

   "Well.  I'll be right back," the clerk said with a grin.  She was gone
only a few moments before she came back with several hangers.  "I think
this would most certainly be a wonderful suit for him," she said, holding
out a hanger with what looked almost like briefs made out of some kind of
slick material, and not even very big briefs at that.

   "I really don't think..." I started to protest.

   "Now Dad.  You said anything we wanted, right?  So right now, we want to
see how these look on you," Diane said firmly.

   "But sweetie!" I said.  "You don't understand..."

   "I'm NOT taking no for an answer.  Now get up and change, or you'll
force us to do it right here!"

   "You wouldn't," I said with a frown.

   "We would and you know it," Tabby chimed in.  "Now go!"

   I normally wear a leather hat that's similar to a cowboy hat, but not
quite.  The girls call it my outback hat from Australia.  I had been
carefully holding the hat in my lap for a reason, and I didn't exactly want
to get up and show off that reason.

   "Come on Daddy.  Don't make us get testy!" Diane said, tugging on my arm
to get me up.

   "Sweetie!" I protested again.

   "Come on Daddy!" Tabby said, grabbing my right arm and pulling on it in
time with Diane's tugging on my left arm.  With both arms now being pulled
by my daughters, my hat slipped off my lap, revealing the significant bulge
in my slacks.  "Oh god.  Dad!" Tabby cried in surprise, letting go of my
arm and covering her mouth.  "Jesus!"

   "Shit.  That's one huge bulge Dad!" Diane said with a giggle.  "No
wonder you didn't want to stand up!"

   "Okay.  Well, now you know," I answered with a scowl.

   "Doesn't get you out of it though.  Come on.  Up and into the changing
room!" Diane said pulling my arm again.  "Come on Tab.  Give me a hand!"

   With both of them once again pulling on me, I stood up and let them push
me into the changing room.  "Here Daddy.  Put this on or I'll ask the clerk
to come help you."

   "I don't need help!" I said testily.

   "UH huh.  Well, don't take all day," Tabby called through the curtain as
Diane closed it on me.

   "This is a bad idea." I mumbled to myself as I started undressing.  I
pulled off my shoes and then my slacks, my hardon pushing the front of my
briefs out significantly in the semi bent position it was relegated to.  I
pulled my polo shirt off and then, after a moment of indecision, pushed my
briefs down, letting them land on the floor, my cock sticking out and
hardening further now that it was free of its confines.  "HEY!" I shouted
as my pants and underwear were suddenly pulled away under the curtain from
outside, leaving me with nothing but the swim suit to wear.

   "That's just in case you change your mind!" Diane said with a giggle. 
"You sure you don't want Emily to come help?"

   "Emily?"

   "The clerk!"

   "Oh hell no!" I answered quickly, looking down at my now fully hard
cock.

   "Well, get it on then, because I'm going to open the curtain in thirty
seconds," Tabby called through the material.  "If you don't want to wear
that one, I can give you the green one I have on.  I'm dying to put on that
leopard one."

   "You're NOT wearing that one!" I answered her through the material as a
lime green bikini bottom that looked an awful lot like the one Tabby had
been wearing, came sailing over the top.

   "Better hurry up daddy.  That leopard one is looking real good right
now!"

   I quickly stepped into the tight spandex briefs, stuffing my cock down
as well as I could before quickly opening the curtain.  "You're not putting
on..." I stopped mid-sentence, Tabby still wearing both pieces of the lime
green suit she had on when she pushed me into the dressing room.

   "WOW!" the three of them all said at once, staring at the huge bulge in
the suit that my hardon was making.

   "Yeah.  I don't think I can go to any lower of a waistband or you won't
fit in it at all," the clerk said quietly, staring at my bulge.

   "Okay.  Now that you all had your look, how about a real suit that I can
wear?"

   "You don't like that one?" Diane asked.  "If you ask me, you'll get a
whole lot of attention in it."

   "I don't want attention," I answered her.

   "How about something a little shorter yet?" Diane asked the clerk.

   "I don't have to even go anywhere for that," she said as she held out a
smaller multi shade blue brief.

   "Oh perfect.  Here daddy.  Try THIS one!" Diane said, holding it out.

   "I'm not putting that on," I said with a frown, looking at the material.

   "Come on Daddy.  You don't want us to have to make you change out here.
Besides, I promise you can try something else after it."

   "But you're not getting your clothes back until we pick a new suit,"
Tabby said a little defiantly.

   "Fine!" I answered with a scowl, taking the suit and stepping back into
the booth.  It was almost a struggle to get the suit pulled up and tuck my
thankfully slightly deflating cock into it.

   "Oh Daddy?  Just so you know..." Diane said as both a lime green bikini
and the yellow one Diane had on, came sailing over the top of the curtain.
"We decided to change our suits too!"

   "To what?" I asked quickly."

   "You'll just have to see when you come out," Tabby said with a giggle.

   "If we even put one on!" Diane added with a laugh.

   "Oh geez." The possibilities jumping to mind, causing my cock to start
to grow again.  I was having significantly unfatherly like thoughts at that
moment about both my daughters' bodies.  Surely they weren't wearing those
other suits, or even less!  While the girls had a recent tendency to flaunt
their bodies around the house, they'd never quite reached the point of
exposing their private parts.  Hell, the bikini's they had just tossed over
the curtain were more revealing than anything they'd shown to date, and
after the teases at the other store and the "show" they and the clerk had
given me had my imagination in full overdrive.

   "Girls.  I can't," I finally answered, my cock so hard that it was
impossible to get into the suit.

   "You can't come out?" Tabby asked in surprise.  "Why not?  You have to!"

   "I can't.  I'm not decent in this suit," I answered.

   "Tell you what Daddy.  You come out in that suit and I have another you
can put on that I promise you'll find more...um...decent," Tabby called to
me.

   "I can't sweetie."

   "Then you'll miss your special surprise," Tabby said with a fake sadness
in her tone.  The pink and black bikini that the clerk had been wearing
flew over the top of the curtain, drawing my attention.  Before I could do
anything else, the curtain pushed back and both girls and the clerk were
standing in the doorway looking down at the blue suit and the three inches
of hardon sticking out the waistband.

   "Oh my lord," the completely naked clerk said as she stared at me.

   "Oh god Dad," Diane said, still wearing the same yellow suit from
before, the yellow suit tossed over the top clearly a ploy.

   "Jesus Dad!" Tabby said, staring at my engorged cock as well, the
promised suit still in her hand.

   "I'll take that," I said, stepping toward my daughter and reaching for
the suit.  She let me take if from her hand, her eyes never leaving my
exposed cock.  I stepped back and started to pull the curtain closed, the
clerk quickly taking two steps forward so she was inside the changing booth
with me.

   "Why don't you let me help you with that?" she said as she stepped
toward me and reached for the suit.  "I don't bite.  I promise."

   "You don't have to..." I started to say as she gently pulled the suit
from my hand and knelt down in front of me.

   She reached for the waistband of the small suit I had on and tugged it
down over my ass and hips, my rock hard cock almost slapping her in the
face as it sprung out of the suit.  "It's alright that you're a little shy
around women.  A lot of guys are."

   "Shy around women?" I asked in surprise.

   "Uh huh.  Most guys aren't lucky enough to have daughters that care so
much."

   "My daughters?"

   "Yeah," she said as she coaxed me to lift each foot, taking the blue
suit off, leaving me as naked as she was.  "They really care and hoped that
maybe this little game we played would entice you to come out of your shell
a bit."

   "Come out of my shell?"

   "Uh huh," she said, coaxing me to lift both feet again, letting me step
into the legs of the suit one after the other.  She pulled the new suit up
my legs, stopping with the waistband around my thighs.  "You wouldn't mind
if I..." she asked, looking up at me, one hand moving from the suit to my
cock, wrapping her fingers around it.  When I didn't say anything she
leaned her face toward me and engulfed my engorged head with her hot wet
mouth.  She continued to look up at me as she slid her mouth on and off my
cock several inches, her hot mouth caressing my shaft and her tongue
teasing under it with each stroke.

   "Oh damn," I groaned softly at the incredible sensations she was
inducing with her very talented mouth.  "God, you're good at that.  But you
keep that up and I'm going to come."

   "As much as I'd like to see your hard cock in this suit, I'm having too
much fun to want to quit," she answered with a grin before going back to
stroking her mouth on and off my shaft.  Her hand followed her lips,
sliding and twisting at the same time, her saliva coating my shaft and
lubricating us.  On and off my cock she stroked, driving me quickly toward
climax.

   "Shit.  I'm going to come," I grunted, trying to hold back to give her
time to pull off my cock.  In response she seemed to suck harder and
faster, stroking her mouth on and off my cock.  "OH FUCK!" I grunted, my
body jerking and sending a huge gush of cum into her mouth.  She swallowed
it down before the second surge pumped in her mouth.  All the teasing I'd
gotten today had the pump fully primed and shot after shot flowed into her
mouth as I stood in front of her.

   "Mmmmmmm.  That was one hell of a load," she said, pulling her mouth off
my cock and then sliding the suit the rest of the way up.

   "Yeah.  Damn Dad!" Diane said, drawing my attention to the gap between
the curtain and the wall where the two were watching us.

   "Girls.  You shouldn't have been watching," I said breathlessly as the
clerk stood up in front of me.

   "Why not Dad?  It's not like we haven't seen your dick being sucked
before.  Remember when you took us shopping for our vibrators?" Tabby said
with a grin.  "Always wondered what it would have looked like if she would
have finished you off that night."

   "Oh god," I groaned.

   "Took them shopping for vibrators?" the clerk questioned.

   "Long story," I answered.

   "Don't worry, you have plenty of time.  The girls promised that you'd
take me to dinner once you picked a suit," she said with a grin.  "And I
have a hunch you're picking that one."

   "We did promise," Diane said with a grin.

   "Dinner huh?  I had a hunch that there was more to this than meets the
eye."

   "Well, there might have been a little advanced coordination," the clerk
answered.

   "Uh huh.  So do you get naked for all your customers?"

   "OH lord no.  I really didn't plan it with you until the girls were
trying on their suits.  It wasn't lost on me how much you were enjoying the
show," she answered.

   "Huh?"

   "Come on Daddy.  Don't tell us you weren't enjoying us trying on those
suits."

   "But you're my daughters!" I protested.

   "Didn't stop you from getting a hardon, and don't tell me it was Emily's
suits, cuz you had a boner long before she came out in the first one,"
Tabby said with a crooked little grin.

   "Look girls.  You're good looking young ladies," I said, trying to
figure out just exactly what I wanted to say.

   "And you're not an old fart.  So take Emily out to dinner and we'll see
you at home," Diane said with a grin.  "We'll leave the tags on the counter
for you so you can pay for 'em," she said as she turned to walk away.

   "Wait a minute," I called after my daughters, the two walking away with
their clothes in their arms, still wearing the tiniest of bikini's they had
tried on.

   "For what Daddy?  You have a date and we'd just be in the way!" Diane
called over her shoulder.

   "I seem to have been out maneuvered by my daughters."

   "You have.  They're pretty sure of themselves, and you," the clerk said.

   "You know.  I don't even know your name.  It's not normally my habit of
having oral sex with someone I don't know."

   "Well, my name is Emily, and as far as sex goes, from what I hear from
your girls, you aren't in the habit of having it much at all."

   "Just what have my daughters told you?" I asked in surprise.

   "Well.  You're a single dad, and from what I can tell, a very devoted
one.  You're sweet and gentle, which I've seen for myself.  And that you
spend so much time between work and taking care of them that you've
neglected your own chances at relationships.  They suggested that if they
brought you in to buy some suits that if I thought you were cute, that you
might be coaxed to take me to dinner."

   "And things just..."

   "Let's just say that the longer you were here the more, um, interested I
became.  The last two suits were because I was, well let's just say that I
haven't been this turned on in some time."

   "Turned on?  Why?"

   "Well, I have a soft spot for men who take their fatherly duties
seriously, and well, what woman wouldn't be turned on by that?" she said
with a soft girlish giggle, reaching out to run her fingers up along the
bulge growing in the swimsuit.

   "You have me at a disadvantage.  While my daughters have obviously given
you at least some ideas about me, the only thing I know about you aside
from your name is that you work at a swimsuit store, get naked for
strangers and have a really good looking body."

   "Well.  Let's see if we can fix that.  I don't work here.  I own it. 
It's my shop.  And contrary to your conclusion, I do NOT get naked for
every good looking man that walks in.  In fact, I think this is one of only
a hand full of times I've modeled swimwear for anyone and the ONLY time
I've worn anything even close to this revealing for a strange man, or any
man for that matter," she said, almost a little testily.

   "I guess I owe you an apology.  I didn't mean to insult you."

   "Well, you did.  Now, how are you going to apologize for it?" I was
slightly startled.  I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by 'apologize for
it', which must have shown on my face.  "Come on." she said, taking me by
the hand and leading me around through the store towards the front door. 
For a moment I thought she was going to take me outside, but instead she
twisted the lock handle on the door and turned the sign hanging by the door
to 'closed'.  "There.  Now we won't be disturbed," she said with a smile,
reaching for my hand again.  She drew me along the racks again, winding
toward a back corner of the store.  She stopped and took something off the
rack and turned to smile at me again.  "Now.  I've always wanted to see
what these look like on a hot guy.  How about you give me a little modeling
session?"

   "Model for you?" I asked, clearly confused.

   "You did say you wanted to apologize.  I can't think of a better way
than to return the favor I afforded you."

   "So you want me to put this on?" I asked taking the hanger from her,
which contained a small bikini style bottom.  "Aren't these meant for a
lady?"

   "To look at, not to wear," she answered with a grin.

   "Well.  I don't know that I'll fit," I answered, looking dubiously at
the small suit bottom.

   "Maybe, maybe not.  But I still want to see you try." I sighed,
wondering if I should really do what she asked.  "Maybe this will help,"
she said, pulling the straps of the pink suit, if you could call it that,
off her shoulders.  She let the straps slide down her arms and then pushed
the entire suit off, leaving her completely naked.  Her mound was every bit
as shaved as it appeared in the leopard skin bikini.  She had a fair amount
of soft inner lips protruding between her full round outer lips, the tender
skin folded and pressed up against her body from the bikini.  Almost
unconsciously she reached down and stroked her fingers across herself
stroking her soft folds and allowing them to move free of their previously
compacted position.

   "Alright," I said, turning to head back to the dressing room.

   "No.  Don't," she said, almost urgently, reaching out and pulling my
arm. "You don't have to do that.  You can change right here.  If you're
bashful, you can step around the side of the rack," she said, coaxing me to
change where she could see me.

   I shrugged and stepped around the corner of the rack, slightly
uncomfortable changing in the middle of the store like this.  I pushed the
boxy legged suit off, leaving me completely naked while I stepped into the
tiny red bikini bottom.  I did my best to tuck my half hard dick into the
tiny bit of material, managing to get it covered as my cock lay to the
side, the material trapping it pointed up toward my hip.  I finally stepped
out to let her see.

   "Holy shit," she whispered staring at my crotch.  "Now that is seriously
HOT!" she finally said to me as she stepped toward me.  She reached out
with one hand and gently ran two fingers down my chest, letting them trace
back and forth along the ultralow cut waistband several times before
letting her finger slide down and trace back and forth across the slick
material covering my hardon.  Her touch and her obvious attention to my
cock had an almost immediate effect, encouraging it to grow harder.  She
seemed to realize what effect she was having and began to concentrate each
stroke across and around my head, pushing it to expand even faster.  I
looked down and could see my mushroom head outlined in the thin red
material, her finger tracing around it as my hardening shaft continued to
push it along toward the elastic waist band.

   Both of us seemed to be breathing much more heavily than normal as she
continued to tease me through the material, the waistband now gapping away
from my body as it struggled to contain my growing erection.  I watched her
finger tease around the head and then hook in the waistband above it,
gently pulling only the slightest amount before my cock, seeking escape
from the tight confines, pushed up and out of the material, completely
exposing my head.  "Oh fuck," she practically moaned, reaching with her
other hand for the material.  She gently eased the waistband out and down,
pulling the tight red briefs out and down.  Unable to just slide them over
my ass, she stepped closer, sliding both hands around my waist until her
fingers slipped between the fabric and my bare ass.  She let herself press
toward me, her soft breasts and rock hard nipples pressing against my chest
as she slowly slid the material down over my butt, coaxing the suit down as
far as her arms could reach.

   "You know.  I wouldn't at all mind feeling that someplace besides my
mouth," she whispered softly, her face inches from mine.

   "Yeah?" I answered breathlessly.

   "Uh huh.  You wanna lay down?"

   "Here?"

   "Uh huh.  I've always wanted to do this," she panted, gently pulling on
my arms as she stepped back.  She let go of my arm with one hand and
grabbed the beach towel that was part of the display on top of the rack we
were standing by.  She dropped the towel to the floor and moved her hand
back to my arm.  She dropped to one knee, lowering herself down and pulling
me down with her toward the carpeted floor.  Only when she was sure I was
going to follow her down did she let go of my hands and quickly twist to
spread the towel out.  She turned back and guided me to the towel, rolling
me until I lay down on my back, the red suit bunched around my thighs.  She
moved over me, quickly straddling me on her knees, her face hovering over
mine as she held herself over me on all fours.

   She moved one hand reaching it between us as she lowered her face toward
mine.  I felt her hot lips touch mine as her hand wrapped around my cock. I
couldn't see what she was doing, but it took no imagination at all to
mentally see her lowering her pussy toward my engorged head.  I felt her
other hot wet lips wrap around my head as she gently rubbed it back and
forth between her lips.

   She pulled her lips from mine, staring into my eyes lustfully as she
lowered herself down, my cock engaging into the entrance to her tunnel. 
"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck," she moaned softly as I felt my head expand her and
finally slip into her tunnel.  She pressed herself down my shaft farther,
stopping only when her lips grabbed at my shaft.  She started to move up
and down, lubricating my shaft with her pussy, each stroke down taking a
little more of me into her.  Before too many strokes she was gliding her
wetness up and down my shaft, teasing my cock from my head all the way to
the base.  "Oh god you feel good," she moaned as she moved faster, my
engorged head caressing her walls all the way to the end of her depths with
each stroke.

   "Uh huh," I grunted, suddenly afraid that with all the teasing and the
feel of her that I wouldn't last long enough for her to climax.

   "God damn," she moaned.  "That show your girls put on sure turned you
on, didn't it?"

   "My daughters?"

   "Uh huh.  They're VERY good looking, aren't they?"

   "Uh huh," I grunted, trying not to think of my daughters as the sexual
objects that my mind was suddenly doing.

   "It's okay.  A lot of daddies are turned on by their daughters, but they
don't want to admit it."

   "Oh damn," I grunted as she changed her motion slightly rocking her hips
with each stroke.

   "Sometimes their daughters are turned on by their fathers too," she
moaned as she pushed herself up so that her breasts, not quite as big as my
daughters, but still more than large enough to be enticing, started to
swing between us.

   "I don't think..." I started to protest.

   "Shhhhhh.  You don't have to think.  Those girls have you wrapped around
their little fingers and they know it.  Of course they also absolutely
adore you.  I don't think they would have given you that fantastically sexy
show if you weren't incredibly important to them, and if they didn't have
an ulterior motive.  Trust me," she said as she rode my cock slowly, just
going fast enough to keep my impeding climax building, but not too quickly.

   "Tabbitha, I think her name was, REALLY wanted to show off that leopard
suit for you.  She knew exactly how much of her it would show off too.  It
was one of the ones she picked when they were in the other day."

   "They planned this, didn't they?"

   "This?  Us having sex?  I don't know.  But I think they hoped so," she
said sliding up and down my shaft faster.  "The way they were looking at us
in the dressing room, I almost got the idea at least one of the two was
wishing it was her on her knees in front of you," she moaned.

   "Oh god," I groaned, suddenly thinking about what Tabby would have
looked like in the green suit, on her knees, sucking my cock.  My mind
pictured her looking up at me with her blue eyes, her blonde hair bouncing
as she thrust her mouth on and off my shaft.  "Ohhh fuck."

   "God that turns you on so much.  I can feel your cock growing even
harder in me," she panted, her body bouncing faster, her ass slapping my
thighs as she jammed herself down on me.  "Oh god.  Gonna come.  Oh gonna
come soooooo fucking hard!" she squealed as her body suddenly started to
tremble and shudder.  She jammed herself down on me and I could feel her
body jerk hard, her pussy clenching around me.

   "Shit," I grunted, as she tried to continue bouncing on me, her motion
now erratic and random as she tried to work her muscles in the throes of
her climax.  My body jerked hard, trying to jam up into her as my own
climax overtook me.  I felt my cock surge a gush of cum up into her pussy
as it contracted around me.  Again and again my body jerked, pumping the
copious load of cum into her.  "Oh damn," I groaned as I lay under her, the
both of us panting a she held herself over me.  Her heaving chest rubbed
her nipples against my sweaty chest with each breath.

   "Jesus!" she breathed, looking down at me.  "That was worth every bit of
that little show I gave you."

   "It was worth it for both of us then," I agreed, still trying to catch
my breath.

   "Now about dinner?"

   "Uh huh.  As soon as I pay you for the suits."

   "Tell you what.  Yours are on the house, provided you take the red one
too and promise to wear it again for me some time.  I think your girls said
you have a hot tub?  I wouldn't mind spending a little time there with you
wearing this."

   "And what would you be wearing?"

   "With everything in the store to pick from, I'm more than sure I can
find just the right thing for the occasion," she giggled.

   "I bet you can," I agreed.

   ********

   Emily dropped me off at my house a little before nine, after a nice
dinner and a little more sex, though in an equally unorthodox location for
me, the back seat of her car in a park like a couple of horny teenagers.  I
walked into the house, quiet except for the sounds of the TV on the back
deck.  I walked through the kitchen and out the back sliding door onto the
screened in deck seeing the girls sitting on the wicker sofa watching some
kind of movie.

   "Hey girls!" I said as I stepped out, noting that they were both wearing
extremely small white bikinis, somewhat smaller than I would have felt
comfortable with them wearing in public.  As Tabby stood up, it was clear
that this white bikini was every bit as tiny as the green one she had on
earlier in the day.

   "Hi Daddy.  Have a good date?" she asked with a smile, stepping toward
me.  She slid her arm around me from the side and pulled herself to me in a
sideways hug.  "You're not mad at us for fixing you up on a little blind
date, are you?"

   "You girls know how I feel about blind dates, but no, I'm not mad at
you."

   "Oh good," she answered with a grin, reaching for the bag in my hand and
snatching it out of my grip.  "So let's see what you decided to buy!"

   "Hey.  I didn't say..." I started to protest as she dug into the bag and
pulled out the three suits it contained.

   "Holy SHIT!" Tabby said as she held up the red suit.  "Diane!  Look at
this!  It's even smaller than the blue one.  Damn Daddy!  Did you wear this
for her?"

   "None of your business," I said, stepping toward her to take the suits
back from her.

   "Oh yeah.  Look at him blush.  He did.  He wore it for her," Tabby
giggled, stepping back to stay out of my reach.

   "Tabby!"

   "Uh uh.  Not unless you put it on," Tabby answered back.  "You GOTTA put
this on!"

   "No way."

   "Oh yeah.  Come on Daddy!"

   "No way.  Not in front of you girls."

   "What?  Like we haven't seen your cock in the last few hours?  Come on
Daddy.  Pleeeeease!"

   "Yeah.  Come on Dad.  Show us this sexy suit," Diane chimed in, reaching
for the red brief and holding it against her own body to look at how tiny
it was.  "God it's perfect.  You gotta wear this on the cruise!"

   "No way.  No way I can wear that in public," I said, following Diane
around the sofa to try and reclaim the small red suit.

   "You GOTTA wear it Daddy!" Tabby called as Diane tossed the suit to her
to keep it out of my reach.

   "Come on girls," I said shifting my motion toward Tabby again, clearly
the monkey in the middle so to speak.

   "Only if you put it on," Tabby said, tossing the suit back to Diane.

   "Why?" I asked, giving up on the chase and hoping to reason it out of
them.

   "Cus we wanna see how hot and sexy you look before the cruise." Tabby
answered.  "You do want to look hot and sexy for the cruise, don't you?"

   "Sweetie, I don't even know where we're going."

   "Trust me.  It'll be someplace where you can wear this allllll day long
if you want," Diane said, waving the little red suit around.

   "You aren't going to make me regret letting you plan this, are you?"

   "Uh uh.  I know you won't regret it.  But you gotta help us out a
little. I mean, how are you supposed to meet hot sexy women
wearing...these?" Tabby said, holding up the dark square legged trunks that
I thought at least looked respectable.

   "You really want me to wear that?  I look ridiculous in it!  I feel like
some kind of hormone laden teen wearing that thing."

   "Oh you're just being a stick in the mud.  Put it on and let US see what
you look like.  If you really don't look good in it we won't make you wear
it again.  We promise," Tabby said.

   "Fine.  But you'll see what I mean," I answered, taking the suit from
Diane as she stepped closer to hand it to me.  "Be right back."

   "You don't have to go.  I mean it's not like we haven't seen you
basically naked anyway," Tabby said quickly.

   "What?  You expect me to change in front of you?  What's gotten into you
girls?"

   "Just trying to help you feel a little less self-conscious about your
body," Diane said.

   "Well, I'm not changing in front of you," I said as I walked toward the
kitchen door.

   "Okay.  We'll wait in the hot tub.  Don't take too long!" Tabby called
as I walked through the glass door.  I walked as far as the living room,
well out of sight of the girls and started undressing.  I felt more than a
little self-conscious, not only because of how much I felt like it showed
off, but also because I could clearly see the cum stains on the material as
I started to step into it.

   "Bad idea George.  Really bad idea." I muttered to myself as I tucked
myself into the tiny brief.  "I don't know how I could ever wear this in
front of a stranger.  Hell, I can't hardly wear it in front of my own
daughters." After a deep sigh I headed across the room toward the kitchen.
"Emily was right.  They do have me wrapped around their little fingers." I
muttered as I walked out into the warm night air.

   The screen porch was large, nearly forty feet square, with a roof and
screened sides to keep the bugs at bay.  This end had wicker furniture and
a big screen TV while the farther away portions contained the grill, a
small table and chairs and of course, the hot tub, which was where the
girls were at the moment.  "Okay.  Here I am.  See how ridiculous it
looks?"

   "Wow Dad!  You look..."

   "Ridiculous!" I finished for Diane.

   "No Dad.  You look really hot.  If I were a single woman looking for a
guy, you'd sure as hell be high on my list!"

   "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but sorry.  I'm not anywhere close
to hot."

   "God Daddy.  You are soooooo wrong," Tabby said from where she sat in
the tub.  "Did you wear that for Emily?"

   "And if I did?"

   "Explains the stains on the front," Tabby answered with a giggle.  "She
must have thought you looked pretty hot.  Hot enough to fuck anyway."

   "Tabby!  You know I don't like you talking that way."

   "I know, I know.  Good girls don't talk like sluts," she said, rolling
her eyes.  "Come on.  Come get in and relax."

   "If nothing else, it'll wash off the cum," Diane said with a giggle.

   "God you girls are terrible!" I said with a frown, walking the remaining
distance to the hot tub.  I sat on the edge, swiveled myself over the side
and sank down into the water across from the girls.  "Now didn't we have a
discussion about what you could and couldn't wear as a swim suit?"

   "Yes Daddy," Tabby said quietly.

   "And isn't that the same size as the green one I said was too small?"

   "Well, sorta," Tabby answered hesitantly.

   "Sorta?  Looked a lot more like yes than sorta," I answered.

   "Well.  Um.  You see..." Tabby said, clearly beating around the bush.

   "Just stand up and show him," Diane said with an exasperated look.  "I
told you he'd be upset."

   "Stand up and show me what?"

   "Size isn't the only thing," Diane said, as she stood up.  "Come on
Tabby.  This was your idea."

   "Holy shit," I mumbled as the girls stood in front of me.  Even in the
subdued deck lighting the suits were practically transparent.  I could
clearly see every detail of their breasts and shaved mounds and pussies,
their bodies looking every bit as identical there as everywhere else. 
"Good god girls!  You really think it's okay to wear something like that?
Hell you might as well be not wearing anything!"

   "We didn't get these for the trip," Tabby protested quietly.  "We just
got these for, you know.  Special occasions."

   "Special occasions?  Like what, flashing your boyfriends?" I asked
curtly.

   "Well.  Maybe," Tabby said hesitantly, expecting me to blow up at her.

   I stayed silent, drawing a deep breath and letting it out slowly.  I
closed my eyes to control myself and then after a few moments, opened them
and looked at my two girls.  "If you weren't so big I'd turn you over my
knee for not only disobeying me, but also for being so unabashedly
exhibitionistic."

   "But Daddy!" Tabby said quickly.

   "Uh uh.  Don't Daddy me.  You had to know I wouldn't approve of these."

   "But Daddy!"

   "Uh uh.  I don't want to hear it.  You want to be exhibitionist?  Take
'em off.  Go on.  Take 'em off.  Then we'll see how you feel about a
spanking like little girls get."

   "Now?"

   "Sure, why not.  I mean, it's not like I'm not already looking at your
privates."

   Tabby and Diane looked back and forth and then slowly untied the little
white strings holding the translucent material in place over their breasts.
I had to admit that maybe this wasn't the best way to handle it, especially
now that they were getting naked and it was making my body react.  They
handed me their tops, their now naked breasts swinging slightly as they
leaned toward me.  They each untied the bottoms and pulled them off as
well, leaving them completely naked.  I had to admit that they looked damn
hot standing there thigh deep in the water, completely naked.  I pushed
myself up and sat back on the edge of the hot tub, trying to ignore my
growing erection.  "So who's first?"

   "Wait!  It was Tabby's idea!  Why do I get spanked?" Diane asked,
suddenly realizing that she wasn't getting away as scot free as she
thought.

   "You went along with it.  You're as guilty as she is," I answered. 
"Come on.  One of you has to be first."

   "But Daddy.  You haven't spanked us since we were..."

   "Really little.  I know.  I thought you'd outgrown this kind of
punishment.  But somehow I think it's rather fitting.  Unless you prefer I
have you go walk around the neighborhood in your new suits."

   "NO!" they both said in unison.

   "I thought not," I said, trying to remain firm.  "So who's first?"

   There's always two schools of thought on getting a spanking.  The first
is that second one might get it harder because the spanker's hand gets
numb. The second school of thought is that it's better to go second because
the spanker's hand gets sore.  Apparently Diane prescribed to the first, or
she hoped for some mercy.  Either way she moved to me and gently laid
herself across my legs, her soft body pressing my cock tightly between us,
her legs hanging over the right side of my legs and her upper body over my
left.  She held herself up as best she could, waiting for the first swat.

   I didn't wait long.  My hand came down on her bare ass with a loud
smack, leaving an angry red handprint on her creamy ass cheek.  She yelped
in both surprise and sudden pain, biting her lip to keep from crying out
louder.  I gave her other cheek a hard swat, leaving a nearly identical
print on that cheek.  I hadn't had to spank either of them since they were
small, and even then their swats were generally on their panty covered
butts.  I was almost surprised at how much it hurt my hand to give her bare
bottom those two swats.

   I rubbed my hand over her cheeks, trying to sooth the angry red spots as
well as my suddenly sore hand.

   "I'm sorry Daddy," Diane whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

   "Apology accepted," I said softly back, reaching down under her chest to
help her back up, accidently getting a handful of her right breast in the
process.  I helped lift her up and get her standing again before letting go
of her.  She stepped back and settled into the water, staring at me as she
lowered into the swirling hot pool.

   "You're turn," I said to Tabby, waiting for her to come toward me.

   "Okay," she said quietly, staring at my lap as she moved closer.  I
looked down at my own lap as she stepped to me, looking down at where both
she and Diane were staring.

   My wet suit had pulled down in front from Diane being laid over my lap,
my hard cock now sticking up out of the red material, held bent to one side
by the elastic waistband.  Tabby stepped toward me, staring at my cock as
she reached one hand to the edge of the tub on my left side and the other
moving to "accidently" tangle in the waistband of my suit and push it down
farther, freeing my cock to stick straight up.  She didn't take her eyes
off my cock until the last second, brushing her fingers along the hard
shaft as she moved to lay on my lap, lowering herself slowly onto my lap,
trapping my hardon between her stomach and my thigh.

   I had no explanation for my physical reaction.  I suppose I could just
say that both of them are very good looking young women and leave it at
that, but I'd be lying to myself.  Clearly touching their soft skin and
seeing their exposed privates was getting me turned on in a very unfatherly
way.

   I tried to put it out of my mind as I brought my hand down on Tabby's
left cheek with a loud smack.  I heard her cry out for a moment and then
bite the sound back.  I gave her a second smack, but instead of hearing a
crying wail, I heard a soft moan, and not a moan of pain.  I rubbed both
cheeks as I did Diane's and reached under her to help lift her up.  She
found my hand as it moved under her chest and guided it right to her
breast, pressing my palm against her rock hard nipple, squeezing my hand so
that it squeezed her breast.  I shouldn't have.  I mean it was a piss poor
idea.  But at that particular moment it was only a brief lapse in thought,
or judgement.  As I stroked my hand across her ass I let my fingers slide
down between her thighs, the tips of my fingers stroking down her very wet
lips.  It wasn't water from the hot tub that I felt.  It was slick,
lubricating fluid.  I continued to stroke my fingers up and down her slit
for long seconds before I realized what I was doing and drew my hand up to
her ass again.

   "I hope you learned a lesson," I croaked out, my hand still squeezing
her breast.

   "Uh huh," she gasped softly before whispering.  "I'm sorry Daddy."

   "You should be," I forced myself to say as I started to lift her up, her
left hand moving to press on my legs for support.  She lifted herself up
until she was standing and then, before stepping back, reached for my hard
cock and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it several times before
suddenly letting go of it and stepping back.

   She sank into the water, staring at my hard cock, now pointing straight
up.  I looked down at myself and tried to pull the tiny red suit up over my
hardon, covering only a small portion of it successfully.  "I think I'll
call it a night," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the tub.  I
stood next to the tub, pushed the red suit down my legs and then set it on
the edge of the tub, leaving me standing completely naked as they had been.
I turned and walked to the house, my rigid shaft swinging side to side with
each step.

   I picked up my clothes from the living room and walked to the bedroom,
not even turning on the light as I dropped everything on the foot of the
bed and then lay down.  My mind was filled with a confusing convolution of
Emily's body and my daughter's bodies as I stroked my rigid shaft.  I felt
my climax building quickly as my brain thought about the wetness of Tabby's
pussy on my fingers and the hotness of her body against mine.  I could feel
the softness of her breast in my hand and the hardness of her nipple
pressing into my palm.  It was only a short leap and my brain was imagining
having Tabby just turn around in the tub, instead of settling under the
water, bending over and pushing her pussy and ass out at me.  I came hard,
squiring shot after shot of cum on my chest and stomach as I imagined how
it would feel to push my cock into her hot wet pussy.

   My sleep was restless and filled with images of sex.  Sex with Emily in
the store, not just once but in various places in the store, and sex with
my own daughters.  At times my dreams seemed almost real, my brain moving
my hips in my sleep to the images and sensations that my brain presented. I
saw first Tabby kneeling over me, sliding herself down my shaft, to be
replaced moments later by Diane bouncing wildly on my shaft.  In my dream I
could see her breasts, bouncing and swinging with each stroke, her moans
and gasps encouraging my own orgasm toward climax.  I felt her soft wet
tunnel stroking me, caressing my shaft and head, feeling her depths press
against my engorged head at the end of each stroke.  I lifted my hands to
her breasts, capturing the bouncing orbs, rubbing my thumbs across each
hard nipple.  I could feel their weight as she bounced wildly on me, my
hands barely able to keep them captured.  I could tell I was about to come,
her own climax squeezing and spasming her tunnel around me.  I felt my cum
start to flow up on its terminal trip, my hips bucking up into her sexy
body.

   I woke with a start, the sensations finally overcoming the
discontinuities of my dream, my body bucking hard up against the weight on
my hips.  The groan of pleasure I heard was no longer part of the confused
dream but a reality my brain was trying desperately to process.  I realized
I was reaching out in the dark, holding the soft skin of two large breasts.
I felt a person sitting astride of me, my ongoing climax surging cum out
and at the same time making it difficult to process the sudden change in
conditions.  No longer was I laying on the floor of the store, pumping my
cum up into Tabby, but instead was laying on my bed, pumping my cum up into
an as yet unidentified woman.

   As my climax began to subside, I slid my hands from her breasts, easing
them along the soft body on me, exploring and searching for who.  I felt
hair nearly down to her breasts, hanging down as she moaned softly over me.
"God Daddy," I heard Tabby whisper.

   "Tabby!" I said in shock, jerking myself up in the dark, only to flop
back down as she leaned farther forward, her soft tits pressing to my
chest. "Jesus Tabby!" I practically shouted, rolling the two of us over on
the bed and pulling back, my cock sliding out of her as I pushed myself up
to my knees over her in the dark.

   "Shhhhh," she whispered, pressing her fingers to my lips, fingers that
smelled and tasted like pussy.  "You'll wake up Diane."

   "Wake up Diane?  God Tabby.  What did you do?"

   "What we both wanted.  I could tell, out in the hot tub, you sticking
your fingers in my pussy, your cock was rock hard from looking at our naked
bodies.  We both wanted this," she whispered.  "God you felt good coming
inside me.  Better than even in my dreams."

   "Jesus," I swore quietly, dropping to the bed next to her and rolling
onto my back again.  I felt her move my arm and then roll against me,
pressing her body against mine, her leg over mine and her thigh nudging my
balls.  Her hot breath tickled my ear slightly as she gently kissed the
side of my face, her hand sliding down my chest to my crotch, gently
cupping my now softened cock.  "This isn't right," I whispered.

   "So who's gonna know?" she whispered back.

   "I will."

   "Shhhh.  Just get back to sleep.  It'll be alright.  You'll see," she
whispered, shifting her head and body, clearly getting comfortable against
me.  It wasn't long before her breathing was slow and steady, falling
asleep as if what she had done was perfectly natural.  I unfortunately
wasn't nearly so comfortable, and sleep didn't come for a considerable
time.

   My dreams were convoluted, images of my daughters stripping before me in
multiple places and situations, each time teasing my body and coaxing my
cock to its full proportions before walking away and leaving me hanging. 
Finally, the last time, Tabby took her swimsuit off at the beach, thigh
deep in the water, pushing mine down as well.  She turned her back to me
and bent over, guiding me into her hot wet pussy.  "That's it Daddy.  Fuck
my hot little pussy," she whispered over the sound of the waves, my hips
slowly pumping my rigid shaft in and out of her.

   I woke to the partial light of just past dawn filtering in the windows.
At first I thought it had all been a dream, but that thought lasted only
moments as I realized I was on my side, one of my daughters curled up on
her side in front of me, trying to thrust her ass back at me as I thrust my
hips toward her.  My cock slide in and out of her, driving deep with every
thrust, her hand on my hip encouraging me to push forward again.

   "Oh damn," I groaned, my brain telling me to stop but my body telling me
to keep stroking into her.  Her pussy felt velvety soft and firm at the
same time.  The hot confines caressed each inch of my shaft with each
stroke, her softness almost demanding that I push back in again until my
head pressed against the end of her tunnel.  The sounds of her soft mews
and moans seemed to push my approaching climax closer with each stroke.

   "Oh god.  Gonna come Daddy," she moaned as her legs started to tremble.
"Harder.  Oh god fuck me harder!" she begged, my body responding on its own
by jamming into her harder.  "That's it.  Almost there.  Oh fuck.  Almost
there!" she grunted as her body shook more, little shivers and shudders
seeming to ripple through her body.  "FUCK YES!" she cried loudly as her
whole body went rigid, her pussy clenching around me as I tried to keep
thrusting into her.  The tightness of her pussy and the softness of the
breast in my hand seemed to be at odds of sensations, but in the best
possible way.  With one more sharp jab, I drove my cock into her and drew
her tightly to my chest as my body started to convulse, my cum pumping out
into her pussy as my hips tried to drive deeper into her with each new
surge of cum.

   "Oh god," I breathed quietly, my climax retreating and the reality of
what I had just done with my own daughter invading the pleasure of the
moment.

   "I know.  It was sooooo good wasn't it?" she whispered, her fingers
gently stroking my hip as she lay against me, my arm sliding to wrap around
her more, cupping her other breast as I buried my face in her neck and soft
blonde hair.

   "It was so wrong," I finally whispered, my brain demanding that I pull
my softening cock from her yet also telling me to leave it exactly where it
was.

   "Something this good can't be that wrong," she whispered back.  "You
have to know I'm not a virgin, so it isn't like you're taking something
from me.  You're sharing something with me that I want you to share."

   "Actually, I didn't know that," I breathed, trying to cope with a
suddenly new revelation on top of the fact that my dick was buried in my
own daughter's pussy.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yeah Tabby?"

   "Are you mad at me?"

   "I don't blame you for this.  No, I'm not mad at you," I whispered back.

   "Are you mad at yourself?"

   "Pretty much."

   "Why?"

   "Dads are supposed to protect their children, not take advantage of them
like this."

   "But you ARE protecting me!" she said, moving her hand from my hip to
capture my arm and pull it tightly against her body.  "Trust me.  I feel
VERY protected."

   "I still don't feel right about this," I said, trying to pull my arm
away from her only to have her clamp herself tighter to it.

   "Don't.  Please," she coaxed, getting me to relax.  "I did do it on
purpose though."

   "What was that?"

   "The swimsuits.  I've known for a long time you were turned on by us,
but you always tried to hide it, even from yourself.  I knew if we wore
tiny suits for you that you'd get a hardon."

   "Yeah.  Well I couldn't help it."

   "I know.  But that was what I wanted.  I wanted you to be turned on by
us.  Or at least me.  I wanted to feel your hard cock between my legs and
slide into me.  I wanted to feel you come inside me and pump your cum into
my excited pussy.  I wanted to come around you and feel what it was like to
climax on your fat cock.  I wanted all that, and I sorta had to trick you
to get it."

   "Well, you most definitely got it," I answered.

   "I don't want it to be the last time," she whispered.

   "Huh?  You're telling me you WANT to have sex with your father?"

   "I want to have sex with the sweetest, most caring, loving man I know,"
she whispered.  "Just so happens that guy is my dad."

   "I don't understand."

   "I'm not a virgin, but, well, the guys that I've had sex with are always
interested in getting it off and then they're done.  They don't seem to
care if I got satisfied or even want more.  To them, it's always about
having sex, not making love.  You told us that when we grew up and got
older that we'd meet a guy that would care as much about what we felt as
what he felt, and when we met him that sex would be fantastic.  Until then
we were supposed to keep it to ourselves.  Well, I didn't and now I'm
wishing I did, because I know how gentle and caring it can be."

   "Oh sweetie," I said softly.

   "It's alright Dad.  I'm okay with my choices, I just want more.  I want
to learn different ways to be pleasured and to pleasure.  I want to
explore, and I don't think these guys I've been banging are going to be the
way to get that."

   "And you think I am?"

   "I know you are," she whispered, rolling over to face me after my
softening cock slid from her pussy.  She moved her face to mine, gently
kissing me.  "So what do we try next?"

   "Who said there would be a next?"

   "Come on Daddy.  You KNOW I want a next and another next and another
next."

   "Sounds like you're assuming a lot," I said quietly.

   "Uh huh.  But I know you'll give in.  You always do," she said with a
little giggle.

   "Oh lord," I said quietly, wondering what I was going to do about my
daughter and her obvious desires.

   to be continued....
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