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TIFFANY, BRIE, AND ME

Part 4 of 4

by

E. Z. Riter


Tiffany thought a second, and said, "So a woman who wanted to play around
and a man who wanted to be a cuckold would be an ideal match?"

"In theory."

"You said a dom loves and cares for his or her sub. So women can be doms,
too?"

"You bet."

"Has a woman ever dominated you, Daddy?" she asked.

"No, but a few tried, and a few tried topping from the bottom," I said.

They glanced at each other before Brie said, "Just like in the stories."

"It happens a lot in real life. The woman uses sex or affection to
manipulate the man into doing what she wants," I replied.

"Pussy-whips him," Tiffany said. I nodded. They glanced at each other and
Tiffany asked, "What would you do if a woman tried that?"

"Say goodbye to her," I replied.

"That doesn't happen in the stories. Those men whip their women into shape."

"You can't beat a person into loving you, Tiffany."

"She didn't mean beat them up. She meant be forceful and demanding, and,
like maybe spanking them or something," Brie said.

"Yeah, like that," Tiffany said.

Oh, my... I knew Sweet Brie wanted her bottom warmed, but I didn't realize
Tiffany was as eager to experience it as she was. "That's totally different.
The sub must give the dom control," I answered. "If she does, he takes her
for both their pleasure."

"But can't the sub give control to her man all the time, and not just for
sex-play?" Brie asked.

"Meaning what?" I said.

"Meaning if the girl wants to belong to her man, then she is always his
sub," Brie said.

"They call that 24/7 domination," Tiffany added.

"Not always. Sometimes it's just called love and marriage, like the way it's
been done for centuries. There are a lot of people living happily like that.
A 24/7 dom/sub relationship has darker overtones."

"What if a woman wants both with her man?" Brie asked. She was barely
containing her eagerness.

"There are relationships like that," I said.

Brie exhaled and the reddened face returned to its normal color. Her hands
stilled in her lap. And she looked at me with love. I waited for a
reasonable time before saying, "Anything else?"

"I know you play bondage games with the Simpsons because Megan caught her
mother wearing a collar. Monica said she and you did it, too. Did you do it
with my mother?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes, I did."

"Well?" Tiffany asked.

"She's the one who taught me," I replied.

"What's in the locked room in the basement?" Tiffany asked. I could not
control my face although I didn't answer. Tiffany said to Brie, "You're
right. It's bondage equipment." She leered at me, "What have you got down
there, Daddy?"

"Any other questions?" I asked.

"I want that one answered," Tiffany demanded.

"Maybe later, but not now," I said.

"Brie said she loves being tied up. When are you going to do it with her?"

Visions of Brie naked and bound to my bed rendered me mute. I could see her
squirming and begging to be fucked. It suddenly occurred to me that Brie's
toast had been to "the three of us." Brie and Tiffany were obviously in
sync. I wondered how much of their game-playing was premeditated rather than
spontaneous, how much it was a well coordinated effort for some result. And
I wondered about the result.

"Daddy?" Tiffany said.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to answer me?"

"In a minute." I focused on Brie, who was shimmering with anticipation. "So,
you've played bondage games?"

"Yes, with Dan."

"Who's Dan?" I asked.

"My mother's lover, and mine. I liked it when he tied me up. I like the man
binding me and taking me as he wants, when he wants. Well, that is if I like
the man. I liked Dan, but I didn't love him. I've only fallen in love with
one man."

"Aren't you going to ask her who that man is?" Tiffany demanded.

"He knows," Brie replied.

Yes, I knew. My cock knew and was always on alert around her or thinking of
her. And my heart knew only too well. That was my problem because my heart
wanted to love in return. Our eyes were locked in an embrace. I couldn't
look away if I wanted.

"Do you know, Dad?" Tiffany asked forcefully.

"Yes, honey. I know."

"Now answer my question. Are you going to do bondage with Brie?"

"Let's talk about something else, Tiff," Brie said. "Let's talk about love
and trust. What if a woman loves a man, loves him deeply and truly and
totally, but the man has been so badly hurt by another woman that he can't
love her in return? What should the woman do? How can she convince him she
won't hurt him?"

"Can't love?" Tiffany said sounding astonished.

"Maybe 'can't' is the wrong word. Maybe 'afraid' is the right word," Brie
said. "He's afraid to love because he's afraid of being hurt again."

"I can't see a man being that afraid. I mean, not unless he's a real wimp.
Maybe he doesn't love the girl and it's just an excuse," Tiffany said.

"Oh, he loves her," Brie said.

"What a sad situation. The girl's not happy and neither is the man. They
both are missing out on something great, maybe the greatest thing in their
lives," Tiffany said. "What do you think, Dad? Dad?"

"Let's change the subject," I said.

"That makes two questions you haven't answered," Tiffany retorted.

My expression told Tiffany to shut up. "Brie," I said.

"Yes, Shaun?" she whispered.

"What do you want-now and in the future?"

She looked me right in the eye with a clear, calm, honest adult gaze, the
look of a lady who knew exactly what she wanted. "I want you," she said.
"Now and in the future. I want to be your woman and your wife, to have your
babies and raise them, to die of great old age after years of your love. I
love you, Shaun."

Brie was glowing. Glowing isn't radiating. Radiating is giving off a sexual
heat that makes a man want to fuck her brains out. Glowing is giving off a
benign warmth, a white heat, to envelope him, wrapping around him like a
soft comforter. As I sat in the silence of my kitchen watching her, I felt,
maybe I hoped, I had found the right woman for me.

"You're right about me," I said. "I am afraid of loving again, afraid of
getting hurt, but I'm willing to try. It might take awhile until all the
scars are gone."

"We have time," she said.

"Yes, we do," I replied. I turned toward Tiffany, who was smiling happily at
me. "What do you want, Tiffany?"

When she started to speak, the words caught in her throat. She swallowed
hard with her breathing ragged and her eyes fearful and brimming with tears.

"Tell him, Tiff," Brie said. "He wants to hear it, but you've got to say
it."

Tiffany shook her head and tears slid down her flawless cheeks. I put my
hand over hers. She tried to stand but I held her in place.

"Let me tell you what I want," I said. "I want you to be happy and to love
me, Tiffany. Understand?" She nodded timidly. "I read the sex stories on the
Internet, too. We talked about every kind of incest, but every time we
started to discuss father-daughter incest, you changed the subject. Why is
that?"

Tiffany shook her head.

"Tiffany wants..." Brie began.

"Brie!" Tiffany called sharply.

"Don't tell me, Brie. Let Tiffany tell me when she's ready." My wonderful
daughter looked frightened rather than seductive. "Tiffany, I want you that
way. Physically. As my lover. But I don't know if you really want me in the
same way I want you. You see, I have to be sure. One hundred per cent sure.
I would die inside if I hurt you in anyway, and incest can be particularly
hurtful. Whatever relationship we have, I love you."

I finished my wine and pushed my chair back. "Brie and I are going to my
room. You clean up the kitchen and go to bed in your room."

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

I stood and took Brie's hand. When we reached the door, Tiffany called out,
"Daddy." We stopped and looked at her. "I love you."

"I love, you, too," I said.

"I don't want to sleep alone," she said.

"Tonight you have to, honey."

She nodded. "Well, okay." She took a deep breath and shuddered. I saw her
strength returning. "You two have fun," she said.

"Oh, we will," Brie replied.

Brie walked ahead of me, tugging my hand to hurry me, pulled me into the
bedroom, and closed the door behind us.

"Finally," she said and her energy flowed in waves.

"Finally?" I asked.

"Yes. Finally. The very first time I saw you, I wanted you so much. Oh, so
much. I would have fucked you then. All you had to do was ask. But even then
I knew my feelings were deeper, my needs greater," she said. Her hands were
busy unbuttoning my shirt. I let her undress me, relishing each movement,
each expression, with a clarity and single-mindedness I hadn't felt since I
caught Denise cheating.

Brie tossed aside my shirt. "Now I'm going to have you. Your cock in me.
Your body on me," she said as she reached to unfasten my belt.

"You first," I said. I pulled her tank top over her head, unzipped her skirt
and wriggled it over her hips. She wore no panties for me to remove. "Go
ahead."

She unfastened my belt and unzipped my trousers. She knelt and yanked down
my trousers and boxers. "Please sit down," she said sweetly. When I sat, she
removed my shoes and clothes.

She stopped. She was in the classic subservient position with her knees
widely spread and her ass resting on her heels. Her face was alive with
anticipation, her eyes shining, her lips wet and slightly parted. Her back
was slightly arched. Her nipples throbbed with each beat of her heart. Her
blonde hair lay around her. She was perfect, as beautiful as an artist's
rendition of a fantasy.

Of course, I was eager to fuck her, but I was feeling greater and deeper
feelings for her than I could ever remember feeling for anyone. Brie read my
face and smiled a sweet lover's smile, as if she was pleased because I was
pleased with her.

"Are you waiting for permission?" I asked softly.

"Yes, sir," she said.

I leaned forward and she raised up to meet me. I kissed her hard, driving my
tongue into her mouth, and she was eagerly receptive. I tugged on her hard,
small nipples.

"Go ahead, and make it last a long time."

"I will," she said. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, and whispered,
"He's beautiful."

"So are you."

She smiled and sucked my cock into her mouth. I'd rarely fucked a woman who
didn't suck my cock, and a few have sucked whom I didn't fuck. Brie
obviously loved sucking, but she loved bringing pleasure to me even more. I
was inert, a passive recipient of the pleasure she gave, neither delaying
nor hurrying, relishing every touch of her lips and tongue and hands, every
flash of her eyes.

She slipped my cock out of her mouth and slowly kissed her way down the
shaft to my ball sac and back again. "Please hold my head," she said softly.

I held her head with my palms covering her from jawbone to cheekbone and my
thumbs feeling the hollows of her cheeks as my cock moved there. Her golden
blonde hair was entangled around my fingers. Her eyes, big and bright and
unblinking, stared up at me.

I pulled her head down the shaft and felt the back of her throat on my
crown. She didn't choke and tried to swallow but my cock didn't fit. Her
hand moved faster on my shaft. I eased my grip on her head and she took a
breath.

"You're a great cocksucker," I said. Her eyes twinkled. "Get ready."

She increased the vacuum and her tongue danced. My hips tightened and I
groaned. I watched her face as I spurted into her mouth. Her eyes closed in
a sweet reverie and her hips thrust back and forth as if feeling a cock in
her cunt rather than her mouth. A drop of sum oozed out of the corner of her
mouth onto her lip. Her throat moved as she swallowed. Her body tightened
and relaxed. Her eyes were languorous and yielding when she opened them
again.

"You came, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said. "I usually do, when a man comes in my mouth."

"Did Dan teach you that?"

"I think I did it instinctively," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I do love
sex, Daddy," she purred.

"Stand up," I ordered.

She stood, and with finger and tongue took the drop of semen on her lip and
savored it. She didn't ask if I enjoyed her oral loving. She knew I had. She
didn't ask if she'd done it correctly. She knew that, too.

I was staring at her naked pubis, smooth and hairless, flat above puffed,
full lips that glistened with her juices. I kissed her there-soft, little
kisses on satin smooth skin. She put her hand in my hair and moaned. She
shifted her weight, opening her legs. I put my cheek against her mound and
my arms around her hips.

She stroked my head. "I love you, Shaun," she murmured. "I love you."

I studied her, ran my hands down her long legs, traced the crack of her ass
with my fingers. Slowly, I covered every inch of her with hands and eyes
until my head was at breast level. I sucked her right nipple, hard and
resilient to the touch. Her breasts were firm and ripe. I lifted the left
one and kissed beneath it where it joined her chest.

She lay back with her hands on me, pulling me to her. Her legs opened as her
hand slid down me and wrapped around my cock. She spread her pussy lips with
her other hand and guided my cock between them. She rocked, raising her
hips, helping me as I slowly slid into her tight, hot, dripping-wet pussy.

No feeling of dread snickered in the back of my mind. No vision of Denise
lurked in the dark corners. Just Brie's beautiful face glowing up at me. I
stopped moving just to look at her.

"I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the man for me-not just a
fuck, but the love of a lifetime," she said. "I've wanted you for so long,
Shaun." She beamed. "And now you're here. Loving me."

"Love at first sight?" I asked. She nodded. "It was for me, too, but I
couldn't admit it."

"Love, or just lust?" she teased.

"Love, but lust isn't such a bad thing either."

"No, it's not. It's so good."

She lay her arms above her head and crossed her wrists. I took her wrists in
my hands and stretched her arms as I thrust my hips. She gasped and tremors
ran through her.

"Oh, that was nice," she murmured. "Give me more. Please, Shaun. Make me
come some more."

I rode her slowly, relishing her feel under me, her hushed words, her
radiant face, the soft, yielding lushness of her body. She came often,
riding the undulating waves of small, softer releases, each complete yet
preparing her for the next one, and each ratcheting my own need up a notch.
That need drove me to slide my hands down her legs and lift them over my
shoulders. I pressed her into the mattress with her knees against her
breasts.

She grunted and tried to move but she was pinned. She had been bubbling like
a pot but I had put on the lid and the pressure was rising. She groaned
quietly and her head lolled. My sweat dripped from my face to fall on her
and join the rivulets coursing down her cheeks. She was red now, turning
brighter with each hard thrust of my cock. She groaned and twisted with all
her strength when her orgasm rushed over her like a storm.

Her passion made me come, spurt after spurt of my hot semen exploding out of
my cock into her pussy until I was spent. I sagged on her, releasing her
legs and hands. I lay down beside her and pulled the covers over us.

"Thank you, Shaun," she murmured and she closed her eyes to rest.

The room was dark when I felt fingers gently caressing the hair on my chest.
I turned my head to see the clock on the chest of drawers. It read one
thirty a.m.

"I've never come like that," she said. "Never once. You're magnificent. You
and your cock." She nibbled my nipple. "Will you please fuck me again?" Her
hand was cradling my cock and her thumb ran up and down it as it grew in her
hand.

"Get on top," I said.

She was surprised I said it, but smiled and mounted me. "Oh, God. I'm sorer
than I thought," she said as she pulled back. "Any woman would well remember
that big cock of yours in her." She took her time, taking a little of my
cock inside her pussy, and waiting or pulling out, letting her body adjust.
Finally, I felt her naked crotch against mine. She leaned forward, resting
her head on my shoulder.

"I'm yours, Shaun."

"I'm yours, too."

She raised up and stared down at me. "I know I'm your woman, and I hope
you're my man. Some day I want to be your wife, but I mean more than that. I
give myself to you totally, without reservation or conditions or limits. I
want you own me, Shaun. I want to be your slave and you to be my master."
She said timidly, "That's all right, isn't it?"

"Slave?" I said.

"Yes. Your sex slave and your life slave. 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
Is that all right with you?"

"It's more than all right," I said. "Now ride me until I come, slave."

"Yes, Master," she replied with a happy smile.

How strange, I thought, that she eagerly gave me the title of master and
committed herself as my slave. I needed to discover why she did it and how
far her slavery would go, but later. Now, as she sat astride me, I enjoyed
her passions and her body with my hands and eyes, taking her all in from her
perfect collarbones to the flare of her hips and her pussy. My hands
encircled her tiny waist. My lips found her nipples and gently suckled. She
sat still. Her face a study in concentration as her pussy massaged my cock
like a fist. Only the tremors of her own orgasms were an arrhythmic
departure from the dance.

When I felt my desires rise, I rolled her over. She wrapped arms and legs
around me as I fucked her hard and fast until I came and she released
another crashing orgasm. Again, I pulled the covers over us.

I was alone when I awakened. The clock read nine fifteen. I jumped up, put
on my pajamas, and went down the hall toward the kitchen. "Mrs. Harris?" I
called, but there was no answer.

The girls were outside by the pool talking, face down and propped on elbows.
I stopped and stared. For a moment, the abundance of tanned girl-flesh made
me think they were naked, but I saw the thin straps of thongs I'd never seen
them before. I'd only seen regular bikinis that covered a lot more of them.

When I threw open the sliding door and went outside, they rolled over to
look at me. The thongs were three tiny pieces of cloth covering little more
than their pussies and areolas. My cock sprang to attention. Brie jumped up,
ran to me, and put her arms around me.

Tiffany's eyes held a decided sexual smirk as she spread her legs to entice
me. I didn't try to look away. After all, she wanted me to look, and her
plump camel toes were eye magnets. "Where's Mrs. Harris?" I asked

"I sent her home," Tiffany replied.

"Why aren't you in school?"

"I have more important things to do today. No lectures, Daddy. Please."

"All right," I said. "Did you make coffee?"

"It's right here," Brie said, indicating the pot resting on a small side
table. "Sit down and I'll get it for you."

I sat in the wrought iron chair by the matching table and looked at my
daughter. "Did you turn off my alarm?"

"Brie turned it off during the night. I had Mrs. Harris call the school and
tell them Brie and I were sick, and I called Miss Mackey to tell her you
wouldn't be in today," Tiffany said. "You needed your sleep after all that
sex." She sat up cross-legged and her eyes bored into me. "Is Brie good in
bed?"

"Unbelievable," I said.

"Thank you, Shaun," Brie said as she sat the cup down beside me. She sat
down on my left leg and gave me a sweet kiss.

"That's what she said about you. She said you're the best fuck she ever
had," Tiffany said. "So, what comes next? Marriage and babies?"

"Don't push him, Tiff," Brie said.

"I'm not pushing. I really don't want a step-mother, but if I'm going to
have one, I'd like for it to be you."

"We have time to decide all that," I said.

"Brie said you fucked her so hard her pussy's sore," Tiffany said.

I didn't respond. I sipped my coffee and watched Tiffany. Brie sat on my
knee and watched Tiffany. And Tiffany was deciding what to say.

Tiffany stood in one smooth motion. Her eyes were wild and her body trembled
like she was chilled. "Brie and I are so alike it's scary. Maybe the most
important way that we're alike is we love the same man. We both love you."

"What are you saying, Tiffany?" I said.

"I want to be more than a daughter to you. I want to be your lover. Like
Brie is. I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

Brie grinned as she stood. The girls hugged and Brie said, "See. That wasn't
hard to say."

"Yes, it was. It was damned hard," Tiffany replied with a wry smile. She
looked at me and blushed. "Please tell me you're not mad at me, Daddy," she
said like a little girl.

I took her in my arms and held her with our arms around each other and her
head tucked under my chin. "Mad? Never! Ecstatic? Definitely! I love you the
same way, Tiffany, and I want you."

"You've got me," she said. She raised her head and we kissed-our first
lover's kiss, hot and hard  with dueling tongues and crotches jammed. My
cock was burrowing between her legs. Suddenly, she jerked away, ran to the
pool, and dived in.

Brie took her place in my arms and I kissed her with the same intensity. She
smiled up at me, "You've got us both. I don't mind, not in the least." Her
eyes flashed as she squirmed against my erection. She teased me with a
little kiss on the corner of my mouth. I slid my hands down her back and
pulled her ass to grind her into my crotch. She pulled away just a little
and grasped my cock in both hands. "Don't you want Tiffany now?" she asked.
Tiffany was swimming toward the far end of the pool, her back to us.

"Are you sure she wants me?" I asked Brie.

"Completely sure. We've been scheming about your seduction for months."

"You have?"

"We've been scheming and flirting and teasing. I would never have let it
come to fruition if I was less than one hundred per cent sure you both were
ready, Shaun. I love you both too much to hurt either of you." She saw my
indecision and continued, saying, "She's wanted you for a long time, but she
was afraid she'd hurt her relationship with you if she approached you. It's
you that's been unsure about the two of you having sex. Not her."

"Why did she pull away just then and jump into the pool?" I asked.

"To give you and I time to talk. She's not terrified about fucking you.
She's terrified she might displease you." Brie grinned lewdly. "The sex talk
was my idea," she said proudly. She turned in my arms, pushed her ass
against my cock, and guided my hands to her breasts. "Isn't she beautiful,
Shaun? Just picture perfect."

"Yes, she is, but you're equally beautiful," I replied.

"Thanks. That means a lot to me because I think she's the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen. It was so strange meeting her. We both felt a kinship,
as if we were twin sisters separated at birth. We're so alike in so many
ways, even to the man we love. And we don't mind sharing you."

I pinched her nipples until the pain made her tense. She didn't try to pull
my hands away. "I would mind very much if I had to share you," I said coldly
as I released her.

She turned again to face me. "You'll never have to share me. Never. Unless
you want to." Her eyebrows furrowed in her intensity. "I know a man must
believe his woman is loyal to him. That's why I said master and slave. I
give you control of my sexuality, Shaun. I'll do whatever you want.
Anything. Anytime. And I'll do nothing without your express permission. I
want to know that I am yours. Only yours. In all that it means. But... will
you mind sharing her?"

"I don't know," I replied.

"She doesn't know either, but I know about me. I'll do whatever you want me
to do, and that is all."

Tiffany was half way back toward us in the pool, swimming easily as I'd
taught her. It was time to teach her something else.

I kissed Brie and said, "Get the towels."

I stood at the edge of the pool as Tiffany approached. When she stopped and
looked up at me, I extended my hands and helped her out. The water coursed
down her as she wrung out her hair.

"Let's get you out of that wet suit," I said. She was a still as a statue as
I undid the four bowknots that held her thong in place, pulled it off it,
and dropped it on the cement. "Wrap this around you," I said, taking a large
towel from Brie and holding it up. Tiffany wrapped herself, tucking in it
over her right breast to hold it in place. I handed her the smaller towel,
saying "For your hair." She wrapped the towel around her hair and squeezed
it to dry her hair. Brie gave her a fresh towel and Tiffany again wrapped
her hair.

She gasped when I lifted her in my arms and her eyes never left mine. Brie
opened the door for us, and ran ahead to my bedroom. She had the top covers
straightened and was lighting a candle when I entered my bedroom with
Tiffany in my arms. I stopped by the edge of the bed and let Tiffany down to
stand. I tugged on the fold of the towel and it came off in my hand. I stood
back to look at her.

Tiffany grinned and said, "No fair, Daddy. I want to see you, too." She
stepped forward, unbuttoned my PJ top, and tossed it away. "I can't tell you
how many times I wanted to do this, Daddy," she said as she ran her hands
over my chest. "I'd see you in the pool or around the house and want to run
my hands all over your sexy body. You turn me on. Way on. When I masturbate,
I dream of you fucking me."

Her expression became serious and intent. "But it's not only fucking. You
know how much I love, don't you, Daddy? So very, very much."

"I love you, too, Baby. I always have," I said.

"I know, Daddy." Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Now you're going to love
me another way."

She yanked the waistband of my PJ bottoms and the three snaps popped open.
"This is what I've been waiting to see," she said as she jerked the bottoms
down. She looked down and her eyes bugged out. "Oh, my God, Daddy! He's
beautiful!"

"Isn't it magnificent?" Brie whispered as she stood behind Tiffany.

"My God, it's even bigger than Brute's," she whispered as if to herself. Her
head jerked up to look at Brie and she said, "Are you sure I can get all
that in me?"

"I did," Brie said smugly.

"But it wasn't your first time and it will be mine," Tiffany replied.

"I suspect Daddy knows how to do it," Brie replied.

"Yeah. I'll bet he does," Tiffany said. Her eyes were hot and wild as she
said huskily, "Come on, Daddy. I don't want to wait any longer."

She slowly lay back on the bed, pulling me with her. Her pussy was plump and
its love juice oozed out. As she spread her labia and guided my cock between
them, I looked down into her beautiful, lusty face with its bright blue
eyes. Her light blonde hair was spread around her.

I hesitated a moment to admire her beauty and she said, "I want this, Daddy.
I really do."

"So do I. I was just admiring you."

"Look at me later, fuck me now," she demanded.

I lay on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around
my waist as she thrust and twisted her hips trying to get my cock in her.
There was no need to arouse her. She was ready and demanding, burning with
an eagerness to have the first of countless cocks.

"Come on, Daddy. Put it in me," she pleaded as my cock head nudged between
her pussy lips. "Oh, God, that's it. More. Please more. Do me hard. Like my
dreams. Do me until I explode. I need to come from your cock. I need it. Oh,
wait! I'm so full."

She was panting and red-faced, but only a quarter of my cock was in her.
Sweat sheened her skin. Brie was sitting beside us with her hands balled
into fists, fighting the desire to join in. That pleased me.

I nudged forward and pulled back again and again, driving a little more of
me into her each time.

"Daddy," Tiffany whined. "I'm going to come."

Slowly, like a bow being pulled back until the tension is maximized, her
back arched and her hips tilted, which slid my cock out a bit. "Aw, fuck!"
Tiffany screamed as the bow snapped, driving her pussy up my cock, and
burying me to the hilt.

"Aw! Aw!" she screamed, with her fingers clawing at the bed-sheets. Her
pussy was pulling on my cock like a fist, hot and tight and wet, trying to
milk me, wanting to suck my seed into her womb as nature intended. Nature
didn't know man's intervention prevented impregnation.

Tiffany collapsed, gasping in bushels of air as her legs flopped on the bed.
"It's better than I imagined. There's nothing like it. Nothing. Why did I
wait so long so start? I mean... oh, I'm coming again." An aftershock washed
over her. "Oh, Daddy," she said breathlessly. "Fucking you is unbelievable."

I was still hard and I hadn't orgasmed. My night in bed with Brie had taken
off the edge, increasing my ability to control my ejaculation. I could have
easily continued, but I was afraid Tiffany would be too sore. I didn't want
her to walk funny for a few days. I wanted her to be ready and eager for
more.

When I looked at Brie, she smiled happily, laid on her back next to Tiffany,
and planted her feet on the mattress.

"Fuck Brie's hot cunt while I watch, Daddy. Go on. I want to see," Tiffany
said.

My cock glistened with my daughter's juice as I crawled between Brie's legs.
She brought her knees up to her breasts and put her hands over her head. I
held them there and let my weight pin her to the bed as my dick found her
pussy. She was wet and plumped and ready. She came as I slid in.

"She came. On the first stroke," Tiffany said.

"I love you, Shaun. And I love you fucking me," Brie murmured as she beamed
up at me. Brie's head lolled in her multi-orgasms as I fucked hard and deep.

"God, look at that. She's so beautiful when she comes," Tiffany exclaimed.
She tugged on my arm. "All right! Me again! I want it like you're fucking
her! Hold my hands down and fuck me hard!"

"Go to her, Shaun," Brie whispered.

"Daddy, please," Tiffany begged.

When I mounted Tiffany again, I saw the need and the wonder in her eyes. My
own desires bubbled higher. This wasn't going to be a sweet fuck to gently
initiate a virgin. This was going to be a fuck my sweet, sexy nubile
daughter would never forget, the fuck she'd compare all other fucks to for
the rest of her life.

"Oh, Daddy. You look so macho," Tiffany said with awe. "Like you're going to
fuck me hard. Are you, Daddy? Are you going to fuck me until I die?"

"Yes," I grunted, as I pushed down with her legs over my shoulders. She
twisted and turned and thrust to let me in her nearly virgin cunt.

"My cunt's on fire," Tiffany said. "Pound me, Daddy. Like that. Oh, shit,
yes. Make me your woman. Your fucking slut. More, Daddy, more. Yes, Daddy.
You're making me...making me come. Aw!"

Her orgasms were so different than Brie's, hard, bone-wrenching orgasms. My
body held back until Tiffany's body told me enough was enough. By then, she
was exhausted and her talking had decreased to unintelligible mutterings.
When my hips tightened, I stopped and let the feeling flow out of me with my
sperm. I lay on top of her, gasping for breath.

Soft lips touched mine, with a tongue flicking for entry. "You two are so
perfect together, Shaun. That was magnificent," Brie whispered.

Brie moved back to let me flop on my back beside Tiffany. She knelt over me
with bright, eager eyes. "May I eat her? Please, Shaun?" Brie asked.

I nodded and Brie flopped on the bed between Tiffany's legs. She gave
Tiffany's pussy a long, slow lick. In seconds, Tiffany groaned as Brie
licked her pussy like a cat licking cream. Tiffany reached for Brie's head
but Brie grabbed her wrists and pinned Tiffany's arms by her sides. Tiffany
began to whine and twist. Her legs vibrated. Her face reddened. She squealed
and came again on Brie's talented mouth.

"Oh, God," Tiffany groaned. She closed her eyes and lay still.

My cock had arisen watching them. I yanked Brie to the floor, forced her to
her knees with her face against the carpet, and drove my cock all the way
in. I fucked her there, fucked her long and hard without any regard for her
comfort. My possession of her was all that mattered-to me and to her. "Fuck
me, my Master, my love, my man. Fuck me so good," Brie mewed.

After orgasming again, I barely had the strength to climb back on the bed. I
lay facing Tiffany with my leg over hers. Brie spooned my back.

When I awakened, I was covered with the blankets and Tiffany was beside me
snoring quietly. The room smelled of sex and the sandalwood candle burning
on the bureau. I peed before going to look for Brie. I found her in the
kitchen going through the spices. She was wearing the mesh top she teased me
with that day and the skirt I had taken off her last night.

"Hi," I said.

I startled her, so she made a little squeak as she spun around to face me.
Her eyes were alive with joy. "Hi, Daddy. Did you enjoy fucking your
daughters?"

"Like you wouldn't believe.

"Don't you worry, Daddy, your little girls are going to keep you the best
loved man around,"

"Man can't live by sex alone," I said.

"Have a seat and I'll get you something to eat." I sat down and she poured
me a cup of coffee. "What would you like?"

"Just shredded wheat and milk. I'll eat a big lunch when it's time."

"It's twelve fifteen," she said. "Can I cook something for you?"

"Cereal first." I watched her as she crumbled the wheat biscuits in a bowl
and poured milk over them. When she sat it in front of me, I said, "Who
taught you how to cook?"

"Dan had me take five cooking courses: basic, advanced, pastries and breads,
Italian, and French. He thought the most important skills a woman could have
were in the bedroom and the kitchen."

"Your kitchen skills are fabulous, and your bedroom skills are even better,"
I said.

"Thanks," she said. She wrinkled her nose. "I think I've got natural talents
in that department," she said.

"Most definitely," I said.

A moment passed and she became intent. "What he didn't teach me was the
importance of love in the equation. Sex is infinitely better with you than
it was with them because I love you."

"Who are them?"

"Do you mean who have I had sex with?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Please don't be mad at me," she pleaded.

"I won't be," I said.

"Dan and his friends, six men, five women including my mother, and King,
Dan's German Shepard. After Dan died, there was Edgar and three of his
friends." She hesitated. "Does that bother you?"

"No, it doesn't," I replied. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Sure. With Dan anyway. Edgar made me want to puke."

"How was King?" I asked.

"A great fuck but a lousy kisser." Her eyes twinkled.

"So, if I tell you to fuck someone else, you will?" I said.

"Of course," she said without hesitation.

"If I tell you to seduce another woman so I can fuck her, you will?" I
asked.

"I'll do anything you want. I've been a sextoy, a slut, Shaun, and I can be
again if that's what you want, but I can be faithful and I want to be
faithful to you. I want it very, very much. And remember, when I say
faithful, I also mean obedient to everything you want. That's why I called
you Master. I want you to believe in my loyalty to you. Please don't ever be
afraid I'll cheat like your wife did because I will not."

"I believe you," I said.

"Now ask me what I want," she said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Never to have another man except you. Never. Not even a kiss. But I'd like
your permission to love Tiffany," she said. "If you so 'no,' I won't, but I
would very much like to. That's what Tiffany and I both want, Shaun, for us
three to live and love together."

When I didn't reply, she put some ice cubes in a glass and poured a Dr.
Pepper over them before sitting down opposite me. "Can I ask what you're
thinking?" she asked.

"How lucky I am. I have you."

"I'm the lucky one," she said.

I put my spoon in the empty bowl, pushed away from the table, and patted my
leg. She sat across my legs. I couldn't resist the urge to see if she wore
panties under that short skirt, so I slid my hands over her thighs to cup
her ass. She didn't.

"Want me again?" she teased.

"You know I do, but later," I replied.

We held each other, not speaking, just enjoying the closeness and the quiet
and each other. How many women had I fucked without holding them like this?
With Brie, the reverent closeness was as special, and maybe more important,
than the sex. I knew she was the one.

The sound of the bedroom door opening and a groan broke our reverie. "Help,"
Tiffany called. When Brie and I went down the hall, we found Tiffany leaning
against the wall. She was disheveled, to say the least. "I'm so sore I can
barely move," she complained.

Brie laughed. "That's because a real man gave you a good hard fucking. What
you need is the hot tub. Come on. I've got it ready for you."

Tiffany took one step and groaned again. I picked her up and carried her
outside to the hot tub. Brie shed her clothes, got in first, and helped me
get Tiffany into the bubbling water.

"Shit, this feels good," Tiffany said. "Will I always be this sore?" she
asked Brie.

"No, but when Shaun fucks you like he did today, you'll always feel it
afterwards. That's part of sex."

Tiffany looked at me. "I did love it, Daddy, even this part. You will do me
again, won't you?"

"Until you tell me you don't want me any more," I replied.

"That won't ever happen," she said.

Brie said, "I'll go start lunch. What would you like?"

"Something high in protein, and lots of it," I said.

"How about Eggs Benedict?" Brie asked.

"Sounds great," I replied.

Tiffany and I didn't talk after Brie left. She closed her eyes and let the
hot, bubbling water sooth her ills. I watched her, which had always been
easy to do. She was an enticing woman. Naked and wet, with the water
half-hiding her breasts and her hair wet, she was irresistible. When her
soreness eased, she opened her eyes to look at me. She was ready again.
Ready to be fucked mentally and physically. Ready for me to bury my cock in
her pussy and make her squeal. Ready and willing.

She slowly floated to me and kissed me with a soft, passive hunger. She sat
across my legs, squirming until our torsos were together. That's when Brie
came out with robes for us and told us lunch was ready. Tiffany and I
slipped on our robes and went into the kitchen.

The food was excellent. We had finished eating and were nibbling on the ice
cream sundaes Brie made before we talked again.

"How are we going to do this, Daddy?" Tiffany asked.

"Do what?"

"Live together as a threesome. Brie will be seventeen in August and, if what
I've read on the Net is correct, she'll be legal then."

"You'll be seventeen?" I asked.

"I missed a year of school. Dan thought my other education was more
important at the time," Brie explained with a twinkle in her eye.

"But I'm your daughter so I'll never be legal, will I?" Tiffany said.

"No, you won't."

Tiffany fixed me with a cool and steely stare. I'd seen that look before.
She had her mind made up and nothing would dissuade her.

"Then we need to be very careful. If you went to jail, it would spoil all my
plans."

"Which are?" I asked.

"I'm never going to leave Brie or you," she replied assuredly.

"You love each other, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," they said in unison and they reached for each other's hand.

"I am in love with Brie, but it's not like I love you. You know that, don't
you?" Tiffany said.

"I know," I said.

"There will never be anybody I love like I love you. Never, Daddy," Tiffany
said.

"I love you that way, too," I replied.

"And I don't want to fuck another man. Just you."

"I like the sound of that," I replied.

"Brie's bisexual. When she explained it to me, I thought I was, too. Having
you fuck me proved it. I want both of you to be my lovers."

"We can work it out," I said.

"We have to," she said. Her serious demeanor morphed into a sexy smirk.
"When do you plan on showing us what's in that locked room in the basement?"
Tiffany asked.

"Some day," I replied.

"How about now?" Brie asked.

"Now works for me," Tiffany said.

They stood, took my hand, and tried to pull me toward the basement.

"Not now," I said.

"Yes. Now," Tiffany said firmly.

"No, Tiffany," I said with a tone indicating I expected to be obeyed.

"Tiffany, please don't," Brie begged.

Tiffany was not to be denied. "Now," she demanded.

My anger flared. Brie saw my expression, blanched, and her hand tightened
around mine. She looked properly contrite and fearful of displeasing me.

But Tiffany? Oh, she hesitated for an instant before smirking. She batted
her eyes. "I'm sooooo sorry, Daddy. I'll be good. I promise," she said in a
phony little-girl voice. "And, well, if I'm not...You know, Daddy, you've
never spanked me. Not once. Wouldn't you like to spank me, Daddy? Spank me
until my poor, sweet ass was all red and hot."

She turned her back and looked over her shoulder at me at she pulled back
the robe and stuck out her ass. "Here?" she growled as she gave herself one
quick slap on her left ass cheek.

Brie giggled. "A good spanking really does makes your pussy drool," Brie
added.

Tiffany said. "My pussy's drooling just thinking about being over my Daddy's
knee. I think your little girl needs a spanking. What do you think, Daddy?"

"Yes, I think you do," I said.

The End

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