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This is the sequel to Brit's Cam Show.  For those few of you who might
care, I apologize for the huge delay in finishing it.

   Story codes are M/f, M/F/f, f/f, voy, exh, inc

   Blah, blah, blah, disclaimer, disclaimer, blah, blah



   No Longer Feelinglonely

   By Vidi Veni



   I somehow managed to hold up my end of the small talk after discovering
that Monica, my next door neighbor and widowed mother of my daughter's best
friend Cindy, was Feelinglonely.  The very same woman with whom I had
masturbated and exchanged fantasies the night before while we watched our
daughters finger each other's pussies.  Nevertheless, it was a relief when
Cindy finally made her appearance with her overnight bag slung over her
shoulder.

   We said our goodbyes, and I watched dazedly through the screen door as
they walked down the front walk.  I was still standing and staring when a
pair of arms slid around my stomach from behind.

   "Are you looking at their butts, Dad?" Brittany asked teasingly.

   I twisted around in her grasp to return the hug.  "Maybe a little," I
replied.  While not true, or at least not entirely true, I needed some time
to digest my discovery before I shared it with Brit.

   She stood on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the lips.  I was a little
disappointed to find that they now only tasted of spearmint toothpaste and
not her friend's most private parts.

   She peered up at me mischievously through her eyelashes.  "So, what do
you want to do today?" she asked in a sexy voice.

   "Well, it occurred to me a little while ago that I haven't truly made
love to my ravishingly beautiful daughter yet.  I think maybe that would be
a good way to spend the day."

   Her face scrunched up in confusion.  "You're not going senile on me
already are you dad?  We've done it twice." She helpfully held two fingers
up and wiggled them in front of my eyes.  I guess she was worried that my
ability to comprehend speech was fading along with my memory.

   Laughing, I leaned down for another kiss.  She squealed in surprise when
I scooped her up in my arms.

   "Well my sweetheart," I said as I carried her towards the stairs.  "I
think you'll find that there's something of a distinction between making
love and what we've done while I was tied up and, later, when we were
afraid that your friend might catch us."

   I carried her quickly to my room and laid her down on the bed before
hopping on next to her.  Pulling her to me, I kissed her deeply while
softly caressing her back.  After our tongues had twined for a time, I
kissed a path down the line of her jaw until I reached her ear.  Pushing
aside the memory of scrubbing those dainty swirls while a pre-school
version of her glared at me grumpily, I alternated between sucking gently
on the lobe and blowing softly inside.

   Licking, kissing and nibbling, I made my way down her neck, shoulder and
arm, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive skin of the nape of
her neck, her armpit and the inside of her elbow.  Upon arriving at her
hand, I sucked lightly on each finger in turn before retracing my path. 
When I had again reached her shoulder, she took hold of my chin and guided
my lips back to hers, pressing her body firmly against mine.

   As we kissed, I started to work the flimsy fabric of her spaghetti-strap
top up over her stomach.  Our mouths parted briefly as she raised her body
and helped me pull the shirt off.  Somewhat reluctantly, I left her
petal-soft lips and again nibbled my way down her neck, but this time the
path led to her lovely little breasts.  I feasted on the firm orbs, running
the flat of my tongue over every delectable inch before swirling it around
her nipples.

   During this time, I didn't let my hands sit idle, but caressed and
rubbed every part of her I could reach, eventually trailing my fingers down
the soft skin and hard muscle of her belly to the button of her shorts. 
She gently but firmly pushed my hand back up to the vicinity of her navel
and quickly unbuttoned them herself before whipping her shorts and the
panties beneath down her legs and kicking them across the room.

   "In a hurry?" I asked teasingly.

   "Shush.  It's rude to use your tongue for something silly like talking
right now," she said breathlessly in reply.

   I blew softly on the saliva-wet skin of her breasts, sending shivers
coursing through her body, and kissed a meandering path down her tummy,
which was heaving and quivering with desire.  After many detours, I made my
way over her smooth, plump mound.  When I reached the top of her slit, I
diverged again, nibbling and licking over to the crease between an inner
thigh and her engorged, glistening sex.  She sucked in a mouthful of air
and held her breath while throwing her legs wide apart.  The luscious sight
of her flower blossoming open made my heart beat even faster.

   She emitted a high pitched squeak of frustration when, instead of going
where she so wanted me, I mouthed my way down her inner leg, sucking and
lightly chewing on the straining muscles.  After licking the sensitive spot
behind her knee, I kissed my way down her shapely calf and across the arch
of her foot.  As I sucked on each of her toes, I glanced up at her face. 
To my delight, her eyes were closed and her lips were curled in a beatific
smile.

   Rolling across the bed, I repeated the process in reverse order with her
other foot and leg.  This time when I drew near her glistening sex, she
reached down to run her hands over my cheeks before taking a firm grip on
the back of my head and pulling me to her center.  Looking up over the
beautiful terrain of her body, I had to grin at the fierce expression on
her face, a look that promised dire consequences if I had the audacity to
tease her any further.

   As she squirmed and rolled her hips, I alternated between blowing
lightly on the area around her clit and inner lips and lapping up the sweet
nectar that had spread to the puffy outer ones.  The entire area was
practically glowing pink and radiated heat like a furnace.  She let out a
guttural growl; a wordless communication that more than adequately conveyed
her desire, her need.

   Relenting, I dipped my tongue between her labia, exploring the folds and
contours of the gate to heaven, my own excitement sent to new heights by
the heady, musky scent of her arousal.  Her growl changed to a throaty
moan. Tilting my head, I flicked the very tip of my tongue over the
swollen, protruding button of her clit.  Her thighs slammed against the
side of my head and her legs twined across my upper back, forcing my lips -
by no means unwillingly - firmly against her youthful pussy.

   With her thighs quivering against my ears, her belly heaving, her feet
drumming softly against my back and her moans waxing and waning in time
with the force of the orgasms that surged continuously through her body, I
worshiped at her feminine altar for a sweet eternity.  I stopped only when
her body went languorously limp, her thighs falling out to the sides.

   I crawled up her trembling and sweat beaded body, pausing occasionally
to swipe my tongue over a particularly tasty looking spot.  When I reached
her slightly parted lips, her eyelids fluttered open.  A broad smile spread
slowly across her face as she hugged me with all her remaining strength. 
After we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes for a long moment, her
tongue darted out to lick across my lips.

   "Mmm," she murmured.  "I taste good."

   She then proceeded to lap around my mouth and across my cheeks and nose,
cleaning off every last drop of her essence.  I turned my head this way and
that to make her task as easy as possible.  When she was nearly done, I
lifted my hips slightly and reached between our bodies, lining up my
aching, drooling cock with the entrance of my baby's well-stimulated pussy.

   She gasped at the contact.  "Ohhh," she whispered dreamily, "I almost
forgot that the best part was still coming." She giggled a little at the
unintended double entendre.  "Hurry, daddy.  I want to feel you all the way
inside me."

   Her passage was so well lubricated that I slid in effortlessly, not
stopping until the head of my cock was kissed by the mouth of her womb, as
Monica would say.  Her deliciously tight channel molded itself perfectly to
my throbbing member, squeezing me hard from every direction.

   Wrapping her legs around my hips, she gasped, "Feels soooo good.  I'm
sooo full, sooo stretched.  Fuck me, daddy."

   She then sought out my lips with her own, doing her best to penetrate my
mouth as thoroughly as my cock did her pussy.  Quickly, our tongues became
entirely too busy to engage in something as trivial as speech.

   I slid in and out of her slowly, having to struggle to overcome my
little head's desire to pound into her like a jackrabbit.  Soon, after only
slight initial awkwardness, her hips were rising to meet mine, her legs
tightening around my back with each stroke.  It only took a few minutes
before she started to pant into my mouth, and her body tensed and trembled
beneath mine.  Her pussy clamped down on me even harder than before, the
walls of her hot tunnel rippling up and down my length.

   She broke our kiss to scream in ecstacy.  Clutching me tight, she panted
and whimpered against the side of my neck.  "I'm cumming, daddy.  Cumming
so hard."

   Nuzzling her cheek and ear, I replied, "Cum for me, sweetheart.  Keep
cumming for daddy."

   The pleasure I was receiving from her pulsating pussy was so intense
that I had to clench my teeth and think of my ex-wife to keep from joining
her, but I managed to maintain my slow, steady pace.  Eventually, she
calmed down enough to rain kisses over my neck and shoulder.

   Blowing softly in my ear, she whispered, "It's your turn now, daddy.  I
want to feel you shoot your stuff inside me." She then sucked my earlobe
into her mouth, batting it around with her tongue.  Every few seconds, she
released it just long enough to say, "Cum in me, daddy," in the sexiest,
sultriest voice I could imagine.

   I managed to hold out for another ten minutes or so, wanting her to
reach her peak at least one more time before I succumbed to my own
pleasure. When I got my wish, I surrendered fully to the sensations, losing
myself in the feel of her tight tunnel contracting in orgasm, of her lithe,
youthful body trembling against me, and of her hot breath against my ear.

   She moaned loudly when the first spurt of my seed erupted against the
tiny opening of her womb.  "I can feel you cumming, daddy," she said in a
throaty, quavering voice.  "Feels so good..."

   When we had both calmed down a little, she gave me a languid smile.  "I
see what you mean.  Making love is much better."

   After a nice, long bout of cuddling, I decided that it was time to share
my earlier discovery, but I wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject. 
After a moment's thought, I decided that direct and to the point was the
only way to go.  "Monica's FeelingLonely," I blurted out.

   "Hmm?" Brit murmured sleepily into my chest.  "Oh.  Yeah, I know. 
Cindy's really worried about her.  She hasn't dated at all since Mr. 
Peyton died, and doesn't really socialize outside of work.  Cindy doesn't
think that she even has any real friends here, and her friends from
Arizona, which is where she's from originally, only visit a few times a
year.  She only stayed here after Cindy's dad passed away because she
didn't want to make Cindy change schools or throw away all the work she's
put into building her practice."

   The words had come in such a torrent that there hadn't been a chance for
me to interrupt.  "No, no.  Not feeling lonely," I clarified when she
paused to take a breath, enunciating each word slowly and separately. 
"She's Feelinglonely.  From the webcams last night."

   Her head came up, and she stared at me with frank disbelief.  "What
makes you think that?"

   Her expression of doubt didn't fade at all when I explained about the
tattoo.  "Lots of people have tattoos of roses," she said dismissively.

   "True, but how many of the women with a rose tattoo on their shoulder
would also know Cindy's real name?  Or ..."

   "Or have such a nice figure and big boobs?" Brit finished for me,
driving her hands into my armpits and tickling me mercilessly for having
noticed.

   When she finally decided that I'd been punished enough, I gasped out,
"Well, that too, but what I was going to tell you was the personal
information Feelinglonely gave me last night." Her eyes widened as I
recounted the text conversation, concluding with, "Basically, she has a
thing for little girls and doesn't want to have to go through the hassle of
hiding that from a man in her life.  That would explain why Monica hasn't
dated at all in the last few years."

   Brit's eyes narrowed and she mouthed the words 'little girls' with a
look of disdain.  I hastily amended, "Young women, I mean."

   Mollified, she snuggled her head back against my chest.  "That would
explain a few other things, too," she said thoughtfully.  "Cindy's the one
who told me that it felt even better to have someone you love watch you
play with yourself, but she always refused to tell me who was watching her.
She just gave me this maddeningly smug little smile.  I always figured she
had some geeky boyfriend stashed away that she was too embarrassed to
acknowledge.  I never thought it would be her mom!" She devolved into a
giggling fit, her sides shaking with mirth.  When she got control of
herself, she murmured in a voice filled with amusement, "That little slut!"


   It was my turn to do the tickling, and I dug my fingers into her ribs
with great enthusiasm.  As she wriggled and giggled against me, I
laughingly said, "You're one to talk!"

   When I relented, she panted for a moment to catch her breath and then
planted a big, sloppy kiss on my belly.  "But I'm my daddy's slut," she
said sweetly, "and that makes it okay."

   I certainly couldn't argue with that.  "Do you think they do more than
watch each other?"

   Brit snickered evilly while staring pointedly at my cock, which was
showing some interest in both the delightful sensation of her body against
mine and the direction that the conversation was taking.

   She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few strokes.  "Are you
imagining Cindy moaning uncontrollably while Dr.  Peyton sucks on that
enormous clit?" She laughed gleefully as my cock hardened even more.  "You
are, aren't you?!" she exclaimed.  "My daddy's such a perv."

   She continued to run her fingers up and down the length of my now
throbbing cock, her lips pursed in thought.  Finally, she said, "I hate to
burst your bubble, but I don't think so.  When I was fooling around with
Cindy last night, it was pretty obvious that neither of us had any idea
what we were doing." Her lips curled upwards in a fond smile.  "At least
not at first.  We did catch on quick, though.  Anyway, she's not nearly
sneaky enough to fake that."

   "Besides," she said after a short pause, "I'm not completely convinced
that Dr.  Peyton is FeelingLonely.  While there is some circumstantial
evidence, there's no real proof."

   "I think I've been letting you watch entirely too many of those legal
dramas on television.  Anyway, I suppose that it doesn't really matter
whether she is or isn't.  It's not like we'd ever dramatically confront her
with our indisputable evidence and make her tearfully confess to
masturbating while watching her daughter and her daughter's best friend do
the same."

   "Of course not," she replied, pausing to run the flat of her tongue up
the underside of my cock, "but aren't you curious?  I know I am."

   "No good ever came of being nebby."

   She frowned prettily.  "You shouldn't say 'nebby,' Dad.  It's almost as
bad as yunz, warsh, and ain't.  They make you sound so provincial.  And I
think that some good could come of it.  After all, it would give the two of
you something in common." As I mulled over the strange remark, she bent to
take the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the
tip. Popping it free, she added, "Cindy and I always thought it would be
awesome if you and her mom got together."

   After sputtering for a moment, I replied, "I doubt that being extremely
attracted to one's own daughter will ever make eHarmony's list of key
dimensions of compatibility.  Besides, even if it could be the basis for a
perfect relationship, I'm exuberantly happy with the incredibly smart,
sweet and ravishingly lovely young woman who I'm with right now."

   "Oh, stop," she chided, but her tone was pleased.  She then fixed me
with an expression so serious that it forced my attention completely away
from the wonderful things her fingers were doing to my shaft.  "Dad, I love
you, and I'll always love you," she said, her voice quavering with emotion,
"but in less than five years - maybe a lot less if they advance me like
they're talking about - I'll be going off to college.  Someday I want to
get married and have kids of my own.  Before you ask, yes, I considered
having children with you, but, no matter how much appeal that idea might
hold, I don't think it's realistic, even if you hadn't been neutered."

   "Hey!" I protested.  "Getting a vasectomy is not even close to being
'neutered.' Furthermore..."

   "Snipped, then.  Whatever," she said, cutting me off.  "The point is
that having their father also be their grandfather and their mom be their
half-sister would probably really screw up any kids we had together. 
Assuming, of course, that they didn't just come out with two heads or
something weird like that.

   "Look, what I'm trying to say is that I plan on doing things like
this..." She broke off to run her tongue slowly from the base of my scrotum
to the tip of my penis.  "...with you for the rest of our lives, but we'll
both need something more.  I love you, dad, and I don't want you moping
around the house all lonely and sad while you wait for me to come home for
a visit.  Five years isn't that long, if we even have that.  We need to
find someone for you, and, if Dr.  Peyton is Feelinglonely, I'm guessing
that there's a good chance she'd be willing to share openly."

   I stared at her in astonishment.  "You're not seriously suggesting..."

   "Indeed I am," she replied loftily.  "If you're right about her, she'd
be absolutely perfect.  We'd better get her while she's still available."

   I had to laugh at my daughter-lover's suggestion of entering a
conspiracy to pull her best friend's mom into our relationship.  "Brit,
while I certainly appreciate the thought, just think about this a
second..."

   "Oh, I have thought about it.  A lot.  Ever since I started trying to
seduce you and began to think about the long-term consequences.  I didn't
have any clue of what Cindy and her mom might be up to until a few minutes
ago, so I wasn't thinking about Dr.  Peyton specifically, but it is nice to
have a worthy candidate to work on."

   I sighed.  "I'm not going to have any choice in the matter, am I?"

   She kissed the head of my cock and then grinned up at me.  "Sure you do,
but, because I am absolutely, incontrovertibly correct and know what's best
for you, I'm sure you'll make the right decision."

   Reaching down, I smoothed the hair back from the side of her face.  "And
you're not going to be the least bit jealous if your extremely far-fetched
plan somehow works out?"

   "Of course I am, but I'll get over it.  I know it really would be best
for everyone in the long run.  Making sure my daddy and Cindy's mom are
both going to be happy and taking care of each other when Cindy and I are
away is worth a little jealousy."

   Despite my doubts and misgivings about her goal, her selflessness
brought a lump to my throat.  "When did my little girl grow up and become
so mature?"

   Flicking her tongue rapidly, she traced her mouth up and down my shaft a
few times before flashing me a dazzling smile.  "Stop that, you're making
me blush.  And it's not that much of a sacrifice, although I do like having
you all to myself.  As you might recall, she's into, ahem, young women,
and, now that Cindy and I have fooled around a little, I'm kinda curious to
find out what her mom's like." She pressed her cheek firmly into my palm
and gazed up at me mischievously.  "Besides, someone in this house has to
be mature," she added teasingly.

   "Oh, yeah?  I'll show you who's mature, young lady," I replied, grabbing
her and pulling her up into my arms for another round of tickling.

   When I stopped, she lay limply on top of me, gasping for breath.  "Real
mature, dad," she said sarcastically, ending the sentence with a hiccup.

   I bent forward to kiss her forehead.  "I'm glad we agree," I said
smugly.

   She wiggled her way back down my body until she was able to take my
shaft back in hand.  Planting a kiss on my balls, she grumbled, "You're
lucky I love you, otherwise ..." She chomped her teeth suggestively a few
inches from my vulnerable member.  Shooting me a wink and an evil smile,
she then muttered, "Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted. 
Oh, yeah, I remember..."

   She engulfed most of my throbbing cock, gagging a little as it brushed
against the back of her throat.  Backing off slightly, she bobbed her head
up and down while wriggling her tongue against the underside of the shaft.
It felt so good that my toes curled.

   Her eyes twinkled lovingly as she locked her gaze to mine, and I lay
moaning and sighing as I took in the wonderfully erotic sight of my
spit-shiny dick vanishing and reappearing between my beautiful daughter's
lips.

   After a few minutes, she popped my cock from her mouth and smacked it
softly against her cheek.  "Hmmm, decisions, decisions," she murmured.

   Running my fingers lovingly through her hair, I managed to ask
breathlessly, "And what monumental problem could possibly give my brilliant
little girl pause?"

   Her eyes narrowed slightly at the realization that I was making fun of
her just a little.  "Well, since you asked so nicely, I was wondering
whether I should keeping sucking this beast until I get to taste my daddy's
stuff, or if I should put it where it really belongs.  Any suggestions?"

   I grinned down at her.  "Your choice.  It sounds purely win-win for me."

   She performed a reversal with such grace and speed that it would have
made any pro wrestler green with envy.  Straddling my hips, she presented
me with a mouth-watering view of her perfect heart-shaped bottom.  She then
rolled her hips back and forth and from side to side, rubbing the smooth,
soft lips of her sex all over my tumescent cock.

   She glanced over her shoulder and grinned at the enraptured look on my
face.  "Do you like looking at my bum?" she asked coyly, blatantly fishing
for a compliment.

   I reached out to massage the round, firm globes in question.  "I sure
do," I replied enthusiastically.  "Out of all the bottoms in the world,
this is without a doubt the shapeliest and sexiest one there is." Under the
circumstances, I thought that the shameless flattery was called for,
especially because, from my perspective at least, every word was true.

   "Even nicer than Dr.  Peyton's?"

   "Mmmmhmmmm, much nicer."

   "Good.  Keep thinking that way and everything will work out just fine,"
she replied with a throaty chuckle.

   She returned her full attention to grinding her soft pussy against my
hard cock, leaving us both moaning and panting.  Between the sensation of
her sopping wet labia rubbing against me and the incredible view of her
passionately undulating bottom, I was on the verge of climax when she
suddenly stopped.  I moaned in frustration and dismay as she lifted herself
off of me, reached between her legs to grasp my throbbing member and
brought it up to rub the head teasingly around her entrance.

   When she peered over her shoulder, there was a hint of mischief in her
lustful expression.  "Do you want me to put it in, Daddy?" she purred.

   "Oh, yes, sweetheart.  In the worst way," I groaned in reply.

   The hint of mischief blossomed into a full, impish smile.  "Beg for it."

   If I hadn't been so desperately horny, I would have belly laughed - it
was hard to believe that only yesterday morning she had been a virgin,
albeit a far from innocent one.  "Please, please, please, put it inside
you, my incredibly beautiful and sexy little lover."

   Continuing to swirl my dick around and between her dripping pussy lips,
she cocked her head to the side to consider my attempt.  "Hmmm, not bad,
but not good enough.  You can do better.  Talk dirty to me."

   I stammered for a moment, finding it surprisingly difficult to say lewd
things to my little girl despite the circumstances.  "Please, princess,
take my hard, throbbing dick into your hot, tight pussy until it fills you
up completely.  I want to cum deep inside you.  I want it so bad!"

   Her eyes widened and her grin broadened.  Instead of answering with
words, she pushed my cock to her center and bore down.  I sighed and moaned
blissfully as I sank slowly inside, watching her outer lips distend as they
made room for the intruder.

   When I was as deep as I could go, she rotated her hips slowly.  "I love
how you feel inside me," she panted.  Steadying herself with hands on my
upper thighs, she brought her feet under her, changing from a kneeling
position to a crouch.  Leaning farther forward, she took hold of my calves
and started to move her bottom up and down.

   The sight of her lovely round bottom bouncing so vigorously and the feel
of her tight, clasping sheath as I pistoned and churned inside her were
nothing short of breathtaking.  Seeing that she was having trouble
maintaining her balance in the awkward position, I placed steadying hands
on her hips.

   After a few minutes, she began to falter, slowing gradually to a stop.
Panting with exertion, she remained motionless for a moment and then
shifted around until she was facing me.  She was so wet that my embedded
cock rotated easily within her as she turned.

   Her face was flushed, and her chest was beaded with sweat.  Settling
happily down into my arms, she murmured apologetically, "That didn't look
nearly so strenuous in the movie I downloaded."

   Sliding my hands down to cup her bottom cheeks, I began to thrust up
into her.  "Rest, love.  I'll do the work for a while."

   Despite her claim of exhaustion, her hips churned and humped in a frenzy
as I pumped in and out of her.  Between her juices and my own lubricating
fluid, my loins and upper thighs were soon soaked and I could feel a
rapidly growing wet spot beneath me.  Suddenly, her nearly continuous
stream of moans and grunts came to a stop as she shook violently on top of
me.

   "Brit, are you okay?"

   "Shhh.  Cumming," she hissed through clenched teeth.  "Keep ...  fucking
...  me."

   Taking her wish as my command, I ignored my burning abdominal muscles
and tried to increase my speed even more.  The juicy, sloshing sounds
emanating from our centers grew in volume until they resembled those of an
agitating washing machine.  I tried to hold out to give her time to ride
the obviously intense orgasm to its end, but she was simply too tight, too
hot and too wet.  As her muscular sleeve rapidly contracted and relaxed
around my length, I erupted.

   She let out a squeal as an even more violent spasm ripped through her
body.  She then went completely limp, collapsing on top of me.  Still
panting from my own climax, I rubbed her sweat slick back and nuzzled her
chestnut hair.

   "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" I asked.  "That seemed like a pretty
big one."

   There was no response.  From her deep breaths, I knew that she was okay,
but it was still with some worry that I twisted my head around until I
could see her face.  Her eyes were closed, her expression relaxed and
contented.  She was passed out cold.

   Some might think that having a beautiful, naked, thirteen year old
draped over you with your half-hard cock still lodged within her would
never get old.  In fact, I was one of those people until about fifteen
minutes after she had fainted.  At that point, I started to feel every
ounce of her ninety pound frame, the damp sheets started to become quite
uncomfortable, the combined heat of our bodies grew nearly unbearable, and
my bladder let it be known that it was in dire need of being emptied.

   Nevertheless, I couldn't bring myself to disturb her.  I lay quietly and
softly stroked her back until I felt her stir.  She twisted her head around
and rested her chin on my chest, looking up at me with smiling eyes.

   "Wow," she said in a faint whisper.  She scooted forward enough to kiss
me, her body sliding on the sheen of sweat that covered us both.  I
returned it happily, my discomfort forgotten.

   Still, when she finally rolled off of me, I ran to the bathroom to the
accompaniment of her giggles.  When I returned, we again cuddled for a
time, basking in the simple joy of each other's company.  Then, with her
head still upon my chest, Brit said, "The first thing we have to do is make
sure it's actually her."

   "Hmm?  Oh, that.  Someone has a one track mind."

   I could feel her smile against my skin as she reached down to run a
finger over my now very soft penis.  "Two track, actually," she replied,
"but it looks like one of them is closed for repairs for a while.  Anyway,
I'm not sure how to do it.  I guess I'll just have to keep a close eye on
my viewer list and hope FeelingLonely turns up again soon.  After that..."

   "Would it help if I told you that I made plans to meet her tonight at
six?  Well, not meet her, meet her, but get together on the webcams again."

   Her head came up.  "Seriously?" she asked incredulously.

   "Uh huh."

   She started laughing so hard her sides shook.  "Dad!  You stud!" she
gasped out.  "Your first time on a webcam, and you got a virtual date."

   "It's not like that," I protested.

   "Sure it is.  Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

   "I didn't really think about it.  Also, it's still a little embarrassing
for me to admit that I'm getting together with another pervert to watch my
daughter's best friend play with herself."

   She chortled softly as she again lowered her head comfortably onto my
chest.  "You're meeting to watch Cindy?  That makes things even easier. 
Tonight we'll know for sure if it's her, and then we'll move on to the next
stage."

   "There's still one thing you're forgetting."

   "Oh, what's that?"

   "Monica is way out of my league."

   Her head shot back up, and she glared at me through narrowed eyes.  Only
the fact that one corner of her mouth kept involuntarily quirking upwards
into a smile gave me any hint that she wasn't deadly serious.  "And what,
precisely, does that statement say about me?" she asked in a low, dangerous
voice.

   With a chuckle, I leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose, making her
grimace when I gave it a lick.  "You're way out my league, too.  You're
just too young to know it."

   "Oh, I know it.  I just wanted to hear you say it," she replied with a
chuckle of her own, finally letting the long-repressed smile loose. 
Reaching up to wipe my saliva from her nose with the back of a hand, she
returned to the subject.  "But you're selling yourself short.  You're hot,
at least when you're not being totally annoying by licking any nose that
comes within reach."

   "Says my completely unbiased and objective daughter."

   She stuck her tongue out at me, withdrawing it quickly with a giggle
before I could capture it between my lips.  "I'm not the only one who
thinks so.  Heck, if Cindy is in the same room with you for more than five
minutes, it looks like she peed herself.  And did you think it was merely a
coincidence that Dr.  Peyton and half the other women in the neighborhood
just happen to find something pressing to do near their kitchen windows
every time you cut the grass with your shirt off?"

   My flabbergasted expression earned me a roll of the eyes and a muttered,
"Men are so clueless."

   I shook my head dubiously.  "Even if you're right - and I have my doubts
- looks and physical attraction aren't everything.  The fact remains that
she's a doctor and I'm a construction worker.  She would get bored with me
in a hurry."

   "Construction supervisor," Brit corrected crisply.  "And it's not like
you're dumb or anything, no matter how badly I kick your butt at Scrabble.
I know you were getting straight A's in electrical engineering at Penn
State before mom got pregnant with me and you had to drop out to get a
job."

   My mouth dropped open in appalled shock.  "Who told you that?"

   "That I kick your butt at Scrabble?" she asked too innocently.  "No one
had to tell me, it's a well-known fact."

   "The other part."

   Reluctantly she admitted, "Mom did one time when she was mad at me."

   Yeah, that sounded like my ex, saying the most hurtful thing possible as
a form of sadistic emotional punishment.  Mentally I made another entry on
the long list of reasons that I was glad she was gone.  Brit had said it
matter-of-factly, but there had been an undertone of sadness that made me
wonder what my ex had added to the already cruel statement.

   I lifted Brit's chin so I could look her in the eyes.  With complete
honesty I told her, "I want you to know that I've never regretted that for
so much as an instant.  You are absolutely the best thing that has ever
happened in my life and if I could do it all over again I wouldn't change a
single thing." Except for divorcing your mother years before she left me, I
silently amended.

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   She gave me a grateful smile and hugged me tight.  We embraced each
other silently for quite some time until she stretched languidly and rose
to sit next to me.

   "I'm starving," she told me.

   "And I'm feeling lazy.  What do you say we go out to eat?"

   "Sounds scrumptious!" She looked at my alarm clock.  "We'd better hurry,
though.  We wouldn't want you to be late for your date." She glanced down
at my crotch and then gave my flaccid member a little poke.  "And we'd
better go someplace that has oysters, or Feelinglonely will be in for a
little disappointment." She gave me a wink.  "And I do mean little."

   "Hey now!" I protested, trying to grab her for another round of
tickling.

   She nimbly jumped out of my reach and off the bed.  Shaking a finger at
me, she said sternly, "There's no time for such silliness.  I'm going to go
take a shower.  Meet you downstairs in fifteen." She then shot me a toothy
grin, blew me a kiss, and pranced out of the room.

   By the time I dragged my ass out of bed, showered and stumbled down the
steps, it was more like thirty minutes than fifteen, but I still had to
wait for her for at least another ten.  More proof that she was rapidly
becoming a woman.

   Despite our late start, we made it back in plenty of time.  At Brit's
direction, I changed into a pair of loose elastic shorts for 'easy removal'
as she put it.  I then went and watched as she set up my computer for my
big date.

   "So, what's the plan?" I asked her when she was finished.

   "Nothing complicated.  First, we'll synchronize our watches.  Once
you've had time to, uh, get Feelinglonely's motor running, I'll go over to
visit Cindy.  I always stop in to say hi to Dr.  Peyton and let her know
I'm there when I visit, so it won't seem strange to her at all when I knock
on her door.  I'll check the time just before I do, and, if Feelinglonely
happens to jump up all of a sudden, you'll write down the time it happens.
Try to get a good look at what's in the background, too, and I'll do the
same.  When I get home, we'll compare notes."

   I sighed, feeling vaguely disappointed.  "That's it?  I was expecting
something far more devious and convoluted."

   She gave me a wide grin, her dimples making me want to jump across the
room and give her cheeks a little pinch.  "Sometimes simple is best."

   "I can't argue with that."

   At around ten to six, I plopped down in my chair in the den and logged
onto the webcam site.  Almost immediately, a private message from
Feelinglonely popped up on my screen, "Hi Daddy!"

   I was taken aback for a moment until I remembered that the screen name
Brit had created for me was 'Daddy2u'.  I replied with a hello of my own,
made sure my camera wasn't showing my face, and then accepted the
invitations that came from both Feelinglonely and Mandy.

   Cindy, aka Mandy, was dressed in cotton shorts and a tank top and was
seated at her desk chatting with her admiring fans.  Feelinglonely, who
again was only showing herself from the chest down, was wearing a fuzzy
bath robe.  Neither had their microphones on.

   Feelinglonely and I made small talk - assuming that term applies to
exchanges of text in a chat box - while we waited for the show to start. 
By the time Cindy announced that she was 'going private,' I was truly
enjoying myself; Feelinglonely had a dry, sardonic wit that was truly a
delight.

   Our back and forth chatter dwindled when Cindy began to sway to unheard
music.  As she danced, she ran her hands over her body, occasionally
lifting her top to give a brief flash of a nipple or folding her shorts
down to give us equally short glimpses of her sparse bush or round bottom.

   As the duration of those intimate exposures increased along with the
size of the tent in my lap, I started to wonder about the etiquette of
webcam masturbation; was it acceptable to just whip it out and get down to
business or did the old rule of 'ladies first' apply?

   Before I could potentially commit a major faux pas that would make my
fellow perverts scorn me forevermore, Feelinglonely came to my rescue.  "I
have a surprise for you."

   "I love surprises," I replied.

   "I hope you'll like this one." She took hold of the front of her robe
and slowly opened it.  My eyes feasted on her magnificent breasts and puffy
pink nipples when they came into view.  The robe slid open more, revealing
that the narrow landing strip of blonde pubic hair that had formerly
adorned her mound was gone, leaving her smooth and bare.

   She scooted forward until her butt was on the edge of her chair,
adjusted the camera so it was focused on her loins and then leaned back and
spread her legs.  The fleshy hood that concealed her clit was clearly
visible, and her labia, already slightly engorged, were protruding from her
slit.  "Do you like it?" she asked as she ran a finger over her now smooth
and hairless mound and between those luscious lips.

   "That's really sexy!  I love it!"

   "Prove it."

   My shorts were around my ankles in record time.  As I took my cock in
hand and started to stroke, her fingers danced over her rapidly moistening
sex.

   "I decided that if I was going to be doing naughty things on the webcam
with guys who came to see Mandy, I had to do something to get at least a
little attention."

   "I hope you didn't do that just for me.  Even before, I wouldn't have
been able to take my eyes off of you if I was in a roomful of Mandies."

   "You're a liar, but a sweet one."

   We were both completely absorbed with pleasuring ourselves while
watching the other do the same when, well outside the view of my camera,
the door to the den eased open.  Brit stuck her head in and grinned as she
took in the view.  Giving me a thumbs up, she departed as quickly as she
had appeared.

   Less than five minutes later, Feelinglonely suddenly jerked upright in
her chair and pulled her robe closed.  After sending me a 'brb,' she
hastily exited the screen.  That in itself was enough evidence for me, but
I dutifully marked down the time and took a few notes about what I could
see of the room, although that really didn't amount to much more than the
seat of her chair and a little bit of carpet.  Brit would want the added
confirmation; she's always been something of a Doubting Thomas.

   As I waited for her to return, I noticed that Cindy, who I hadn't been
paying much attention to at all for some time, was now completely nude. 
She was on her knees with her chest pressed to the bed and thighs spread
wide apart.  With one hand she was pulling a butt cheek and upper thigh to
the side to better expose her not-so-private parts.  With the other she was
slowly pushing a hairbrush handle in and out of her pussy.

   I was stroking in time with the motion of that brush when Feelinglonely
returned.  "Sorry about that," she said.  "I see you've been keeping
yourself entertained."

   "I was just staying warmed up while I waited for you to get back."

   She settled back into her chair and picked up where she had left off.  A
moment later, Brit appeared on Cindy's camera and gave the audience a
little wave hello.  A number of Cindy's viewers obviously recognized her as
a torrent of "Hello, Sue!"'s appeared on the chat screen, making Brit/Sue
smile.

   At Brit's appearance, Cindy started to rise from her chest and knees,
but Brit placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her in position.  She ran
the other down Cindy's flank and across her round bottom to knock Cindy's
hand away and take control of the brush that was still deeply imbedded in
Cindy's twat.

   As Brit started to pump it slowly in and out, she turned to face the
camera and monitor.  Her eyes flicked back and forth, no doubt examining
the many appreciative dicks - and one appreciative pussy - of Cindy's
audience.

   She urged Cindy to get up on all fours.  Maintaining the brush's
sensuous motion, she then stretched over to grab the wireless keyboard
which she placed on Cindy's back.

   "Wow, Manbear!" she typed.  "You're really beating it hard!  Are you
imagining that you're fucking her tiny little pussy?" I was impressed with
my daughter's skill at typing onehanded, but, then again, I guess she'd had
a lot of practice.

   Apparently both of Manbear's hands were quite busy as no response
appeared in the chat screen.

   Brit replaced the brush with one of her fingers, plunging it into her
friend fast and hard.  Cindy's head hung down between her shoulders, her
entire body squirming lewdly.

   Brit resumed typing with her free hand.  "She's so hot and wet!  Her
pussy would feel so good wrapped around your big, thick cock.  But don't
take my word for it!  Let me show you how tight she is."

   She removed her dripping wet finger from her friend's snatch and moved
the camera to within inches of Cindy's juicy center.  She then used two
fingers to spread Cindy's labia wide apart.  The screen now showed every
glistening wrinkle, membrane and fold of the thirteen-yearold's pussy.  As
I looked on, Cindy's tiny hole dilated and contracted rhythmically with
what appeared to be a fairly intense orgasm.

   After a few minutes, Brit put the camera back in its original position
and quickly typed, "Did you see how tight she is, Manbear?  How wet?  She's
so ready to have a big cock fill her up.  A cock like yours..."

   My own hand went into overdrive, skimming quickly up and down my
throbbing flesh.  I was so fixated on the nasty things that my daughter was
doing and saying that I almost missed the private message from
Feelinglonely.  "What about you, Daddy?" she asked.  "Are you fantasizing
about sinking your nice, hard cock into that tiny, tender pussy, too?"

   Lacking the ladies' keyboard skills, I released my dick long enough to
reply, "Mmmm, eventually.  First, though, I'd like to stick my tongue deep
inside her tasty twat and lap up all of her sweet cream while her thighs
quiver against my face.  Only when she's moaning uncontrollably and her
body starts to tremble in orgasm would I take hold of her hips and slide my
cock slowly inside her, feeling her pussy stretch and spasm with pleasure
around me." Noticing that her fingers were quite busily caressing her own
sex, I added, "What about you?  What are you fantasizing about doing to
that sweet, innocent girl?"

   Again she proved her proficiency at one handed typing, as the other was
now rubbing between her thighs in a frenzy.  "Sweet?  Definitely. 
Innocent? I think not.  After what you said, I'm now imagining being in a
69 with her and helping you lick every inch of her little cunny.  When
she's dripping wet and ready, I guide your pulsating prick to her tiny
hole, watching with delight as her entire body quivers with anticipation.

   "As you sink inside her, I return my tongue to her clit, licking it
gently while your balls rub back and forth across my face.  Even as her
thighs shake and shiver against my ears, I feel her tongue tentatively
flick across my swollen button.  Those first little licks quickly become
broad, firm laps as she does her best to get every last drop of my juice.

   "Through eyes half hooded in ecstacy, I watch her pussy lips cling to
your meat each time you withdraw only to vanish from sight when you reverse
direction.  Her juices and yours are flowing so freely that a continuous
stream is running down over her huge clit where I catch it with my tongue."

   While the fantasy she was spinning for me was exciting in itself, the
knowledge that she was imagining doing these things to her own daughter
gave me an extra thrill.

   Before I could take my turn adding to the little story we were building,
Brit distracted us.  "So, Manbear, when you're fucking her in your dirty
little mind, do you do anything besides just screw her?"

   This time, Manbear's response came almost immediately.  "I think about
giving that pretty, round ass a smack and a squeeze every time I drive my
pecker home."

   A big smile appeared on Brit's face when she read that.  A smile that
grew even broader and more mischievous when she glanced over to where Cindy
still had her head hanging down between her upper arms, completely
oblivious to the exchange.

   Brit reclaimed the hairbrush from the bed and again pumped it into her
best friend, this time at a slightly faster pace then before.  After
establishing a steady rhythm, she smacked her free hand down on Cindy's
upturned bottom.  The keyboard tumbled from Cindy's back as she reared up
in shock.  Through her shirt, I saw Brit's breasts shake with laughter as
she gave her friend a few more fast spanks, obviously expecting the dainty
blond to put a quick stop to the shenanigans.

   Brit's mouth ovaled in surprise when Cindy instead lowered her chest to
the bed, her bottom swaying back and forth in invitation.  Although we
couldn't hear what they were saying, Brit's lips were easy to read when she
said, "What?!" and then, "Seriously?"

   With a small shrug, Brit hesitantly went back to lightly spanking
Cindy's squirming, undulating ass.  Her befuddled gaze shifted back and
forth between Cindy's bottom and face as she gradually increased the speed
and force of her smacks.  Cindy's hips were churning, her body was
trembling, and her inner thighs were shiny with the juice leaking from her
overflowing pussy.  She was obviously loving every second of it.

   My mouth was hanging open in shock, and I could see that Feelinglonely
was leaning forward in her chair, her body language broadcasting her
disbelief.  She reached for her keyboard several times, but her hands
dropped away before she typed anything.  I, too, was at a complete loss for
words, settling finally on sending a very simple, "Damn..."

   Feelinglonely was obviously riveted on what was happening in her
daughter's room, as it took some time before she noticed my four letter
private message.  "I can't believe she enjoys that!" she replied.

   "Me either.  Personally, I always hated it when one of my parents tanned
my bottom.  I wonder if her parents spank her as punishment and whether she
responds like that if they do."

   I could see her fingers punching away on her keyboard and thought for a
moment that she might take my bait.  I was disappointed when her reply
came. "My parents didn't believe in spanking as a form of discipline, so
I've never had that experience.  And I don't want it!  How could anyone
like getting their ass smacked?!"

   On the other screen, Brit still looked more amused than aroused, but she
was starting to warm to her role.  After each smack, her hand lingered to
squeeze and grope a firm, round cheek.  Cindy was now rubbing her fingers
over her clit in little circles, her ass bouncing up and down.

   Cindy's ass was glowing pink when Brit finally rolled her over on her
side with a laugh and a sharp push.  For a long while, Cindy stayed where
she had been pushed, stretching her legs languidly and curling her toes as
she enjoyed the afterglow of her tremendous orgasms.

   Brit bent down to give her friend an affectionate kiss and retrieved the
keyboard.  "Was that anything like you imagined, Manbear?  I saw you shoot
your stuff, so I know you liked it."

   It took Manbear a minute to reply, "That was perfect, Sue.  Thank you!
The two of you are so beautiful and sexy.  You've done so much to make a
lonely old man happy again."

   Brit's cheeks dimpled as she smiled sweetly.  Turning to face the camera
fully, she blew a kiss and mouthed the words, "You're welcome." She then
resumed typing, "We still have a little time left to play, and I don't want
everyone else to feel left out.  What would the rest of you like to see us
do?  We'll do whatever is suggested the most."

   Brit's eyebrows shot up and her mouth dropped open as suggestions poured
in from their fans.  She quickly amended, "I take that back.  We'll do
anything that's physically possible and not painful." She held her hand up
in front of her face and made a fist.  After regarding it solemnly for a
moment, she added, "Yours falls into both categories, Bigone69.  There's no
way I could fit this in Cindy's butt."



   My suggestion was for them to sixty-nine.  To my surprise, Feelinglonely
wanted to see Cindy spank Brit.  Brit laughed when she saw the latter. 
"Not a chance, Feelinglonely!  Unlike my perverted bff, I think that would
hurt!"

   I sent a private message to Feelinglonely, "I thought you didn't approve
of spanking."

   "I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end, but watching someone else
get spanked and like it made me really hot!  I want more!  8-)"

   When the flow of requests slowed to a stop, Brit scrolled through the
list, making a mental tally.  "Okay, we have a winner.  I guess we'll be
scissoring, if someone would be so kind as to explain what that is and it
doesn't involve an actual pair of scissors."

   I wasn't the least bit surprised that Feelinglonely managed to beat the
rest of us in providing the requested explanation.  The girls giggled as
they read it, but quickly turned to each other, their eyes gleaming with
excitement.  While Cindy helped Brit shed her clothes, their lips met in a
passionate kiss.

   "Mmmm, this might be even better than another spanking," Feelinglonely
told me.  She then settled back into her chair, spreading her legs wide
apart as she resumed giving herself pleasure.

   Once Brit was naked, the girls giggled and squirmed as they awkwardly
tried to find a position that allowed them to press their pussies together
without anyone's legs getting squished.  They found one soon enough.  Their
eyes closed and their mouths hung slackly open with pleasure as they rolled
their hips, rubbing and grinding their most sensitive parts together.

   My eyes flew back and forth between the girls and Feelinglonely, and my
hand flew up and down the shaft of my cock.  It only took a few minutes
before I shot a spray of white high into the air.  After I caught my
breath, I returned my attention to the screen.  All three women were in a
sexual frenzy.  Brit and Cindy were holding hands as they continued to
grind their pussies together.  Their loins were shiny with the essence of
their passion; their lithe, young bodies trembling with bliss.

   Feelinglonely had her legs crooked over the arms of her chair.  Her clit
was trapped between two fingers which she moved in frenzied circles.  Her
breasts and stomach were heaving so violently that her moans of ecstacy
must have been deafening.

   I had to send her a private message.  "Which girl are you imagining
doing that with?  I bet Mandy.  Her big clit would feel so good rubbing all
over your pussy.  Sometimes it would even slip between your lips, fucking
you like a tiny cock."

   Feelinglonely was too lost in pleasure to send a reply, but there was a
noticeable increase in the speed of her busy fingers.  I continued, "After
you both cum hard, you can do nothing but lie splayed on your back panting
for breath, your legs spread wide and your eyes closed.  Suddenly, you feel
her soft, blonde hair tickling a knee and then an inner thigh.  You look
down in shock to see those big, sweet, beautiful blue eyes gazing up at you
lovingly.  Your toes curl at the hot touch of her breath upon your sex.

   "Like a kitten lapping milk, her tongue darts out to flick around your
button.  She giggles a little, enjoying herself thoroughly.  Her tongue
moves down to lap up your juices and hers from the lips of your gorgeous
shaved pussy.  As she returns to your clit, her sparkling eyes again flash
up to meet yours.  She asks softly, 'Am I doing it right, mommy?'"

   There was no need to add any more.  Feelinglonely's hips were humping
violently upwards to meet her swirling fingers.  Her other hand was on a
breast, squeezing and caressing the nipple.  I watched raptly as she came
and came.  There is nothing so beautiful as a woman in the throes of
orgasm.

   She continued to squirm sensuously long after her hands had fallen her
sides.  She finally sat up, her breasts still heaving gently.  "Thank you,
Daddy," she sent.  "That 'mommy' thing at the end was so naughty!  Why
would you ever think that I'd like something like that?"

   "Oh, just a wild guess," I lied.  "I'm guessing you did like it?"

   "Mmmm, very much!"

   On the other screen within a screen, Cindy and Brit were stretched out
languidly on the bed, taking turns typing messages to their admirers. 
Feelinglonely and I chatted a little more until Brit stood, dressed and
kissed Cindy goodbye.

   "I should get going, too," Feelinglonely said.  "I have an early day
tomorrow that will probably end up being a late day, too.  Would you want
to get together again on Wednesday?"

   "I'd love to!" I replied immediately.

   "Okay, it's a date."

   Brit came into the room just as I finished logging off.  Ignoring my
exposed, flaccid penis and my attempt to kiss her hello, she asked, "Well?"

   After we compared notes, she flopped down in my lap.  "Wow," she said.
"Feelinglonely really is Dr.  Peyton."

   "Told ya so."

   She finally gave me the kiss I'd been wanting.  "Did you like the show?"

   "Very much.  Monica did, too.  In fact, I'm surprised you couldn't hear
her.  It looked like she was being really loud."

   "She had her study soundproofed because of 'draconian hippo laws' or
something like that.  She said she didn't want anyone to be able to
overhear confidential patient info." She grinned.  "But now we know the
truth; she just didn't want the whole neighborhood to hear her cumming."

   Her expression turned devious.  "Ok, here's what we're going to do
next..."

   ___________________

   The following day, I had just gotten home from work and was leaning
against the kitchen counter sipping a beer and reading the headlines when
Cindy bounced down the stairs and into the room.  She came to an abrupt
stop when she saw me, her eyes growing wide and her face coloring.

   "Hi, Cindy," I said, wondering why she seemed so nervous.

   "Uh, hi, Mr.  Baker," she mumbled back.  "Um...ah...  I have to go, my
mom's expecting me home for dinner."

   "Okay, Cindy.  Be good."

   She quickly shuffled past me, her eyes pointed at the floor.  As she
did, I caught a whiff of her arousal, like the finest of perfumes.  My eyes
automatically dropped to her gently swaying bottom, and it took everything
I had not to break out in laughter.  She was wearing the tiniest short
shorts that I ever saw, and the exposed lower globes of her cheeks were a
bright pink.  A hand print of a slightly darker color was distinctly
visible on the right one.

   "Oh, Cindy?" I called out sternly to her before she could reach the
door, not able to resist messing with her just a little.

   She spun around to face me, her face glowing almost as brightly as her
bottom.  Her expression cried out, "Damn!  I'm busted!"

   "Ye-s-s-s, Mr.  Baker?" she stuttered nervously.

   "Tell your mom that I said hi." I thought she was going to fall to the
floor with relief.

   "Will do!" she blurted before spinning and practically sprinting out of
the house.

   Chuckling to myself, I watched her pert, pink bottom jiggle as she ran
down the walk.  Hearing footsteps behind me, I asked, "What did you do to
poor little Cindy?"

   "Exactly what she asked me to," Brit replied as she sashayed across the
kitchen to give me a demure peck on the lips.  "Honestly, until last night
I had no idea that she was so kinky."

   I started to dig through the fridge to find something to make us for
dinner.  "Oh?  The fact that she jills off for an audience of horny old
perverts almost every day didn't give you a hint?"

   "Well, there's kinky and there's kiiinnnnkky," Brit replied as she set
the table.  "I knew she was the first but not the second.  She is, though.
In fact, it's a shame you didn't get home earlier.  You missed one heck of
a show."

   "I caught the encore.  I can't believe that Monica lets her wear those
shorts out of the house."

   Brit giggled.  "Dr.  Peyton would probably have a fit if she knew Cindy
owned those, though it's hard to say for sure now that we know she gets off
by watching the two of us." She eyed me with amusement.  "Or maybe I should
say the three of us, now.  Anyway, one of the reasons we're not still
playing up in my room is that she wanted to change before her mom got
home."

   I gave her my best suspicious stare.  "Hmmm, and would I have any
unpleasant surprises if I looked through your wardrobe, young lady?"

   With a laugh, she came over to give me a hug and another kiss.  "Not at
all, but there might be one or two you'd like a lot.  If you're good, I
might model the best one for you later."

   Chuckling, I replied, "Well, with incentive like that, I'll try really
hard to be good."

   She grinned back at me, and we turned our full attention to making
dinner.  I was still working on my last few bites when she cleared her
dishes and stuffed the leftovers in the fridge.  She then put her hands on
my shoulders and coaxed me to push back from the table.  Once my lap was
exposed, she strutted around my chair, her fingers tracing softly across my
neck.

   Straddling my lap, she leaned close to run her soft lips along the line
of my jaw.  "So, what would you like to do tonight, Daddy?" she whispered
in my ear.

   "Anything you want, sweetheart."

   She pulled back slightly, brushing her lips ever-so-softly across mine.
"Hmmm, I may have an idea," she breathed.

   "I can't wait to hear it," I replied, my voice already husky.

   Suddenly she hopped off my lap and pressed a packet of cards into my
hands.  "I need your help studying for a history exam.  Meetcha in the
living room as soon as you can stand up," she said in a rush.  Giggling
madly at her cruel joke, she then skipped out of the room, flashing me an
evil grin over her shoulder as she vanished from sight.  Looking down into
my hands, I saw that I was holding a packet of homemade flash cards with an
event written on one side and a date on the other.

   "I would have been happy to help if you just asked normally," I called
out after her.  "I always do."

   "I know," she called back, "but where would be the fun in that?"

   I finished the last of my dinner while waiting for my erection to
subside, and then followed after her.  It only took a few hours before she
knew every one of the numerous cards, front and back.  After a last,
perfect pass through the stack, she strutted from the couch to my chair
and, after throwing the cards to the side, plopped down in my lap.

   "Thanks for helping me, Daddy," she said, giving me a little kiss. 
"It's still an hour until my bedtime.  How would you like to spend it?"

   I eyed her suspiciously.  "Well, I dunno.  There's a new police drama on
TV that I've been wanting to see..."

   Her eyes twinkled merrily.  "No teasing this time.  I promise." Her
finger traced lazy circles in the curls of chest hair above my shirt
collar. "I think I can give you a better show than anything you'll find on
television.  As I recall, I promised to model something naughty that I've
been hiding from you if you were good.  And you've been very good."

   She kissed me again, her tongue flicking between my lips.  "Wait right
here.  I'll be back," she promised.

   After she ran upstairs, I wondered if she was going to return in
something sexy or of she's be wearing long flannel underwear as another
joke on her poor, old dad.  I didn't have to wonder long.  When she strode
back into the room, she took my breath away.

   She was wearing a lacy, black baby doll nightie through which her
budding breasts and matching thong panties were visible, if only barely. 
She spun in a circle when she saw my expression, giving me an all-around
view.  Running her hands up and down her flanks, she asked, "Do you like
it?"

   "Yes!  Where on earth did you get it?"

   "You can get anything on the internet with a paypal account."

   "It's beautiful.  You're beautiful."

   She gave me a smile and went to the stereo.  When she leaned over, the
back of her gown lifted up, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her bottom.
She wiggled it slowly back and forth as she browsed through the list of
MP3s.  I didn't recognize the song she picked.  It was something new,
probably Princess Googoo or whatever the heck her name is.

   The dance she did for me was so sexy that I could never do it justice
with mere words.  She alternated swishing the bottom of the short gown
around to give brief flashes of her bottom with leaning over to give me a
heartstopping view of the inner curves of her breasts.  Near the end of the
song, she turned her back to me and placed her hands on her knees.  She
then bounced her bottom up and down while smiling seductively at me over
her shoulder.

   When the next song started, she strutted over to me, placing one foot
directly in front of the other to give her hips an exaggerated swing.  Her
eyes locked on the tented front of my pants.  "Why don't you get that out,"
she whispered.

   "Get what out?" I asked teasingly.

   Her tongue traced slowly across her upper lip.  "Your big, hard,
throbbing cock."

   "Wouldn't you rather do it?"

   She kneed my thighs apart and stood between my legs.  Leaning over to
kiss me, she undid my belt, button and zipper.  I moaned as she took me in
hand.  After a few strokes, she turned around and bent over.  Pulling the
back strap of her thong away from her rear, she tucked my cock into her
crack and then released the strap to hold it in place.  Flashing me a grin,
she resumed bouncing her ass up and down.  I groaned at the sensation of
the buttery soft skin of her bottom rubbing up and down the sides of my
cock.  I wanted to touch her so much, to run my hands over her nubile body,
but I didn't want to risk disturbing her delightful rhythm.

   After a few minutes, I stretched a hand around her side, intending to
rub her clit, but her hand was already there, and she refused to move it.
When her body began to tremble with a selfinduced orgasm, she stood up
enough to pull my cock away from her bottom.  Taking it in hand, she guided
it to where she was holding the crotch of her panties far to the side.  We
both sighed blissfully as I slid deep inside her.

   She started to bounce again, but I pulled her back against me, hugging
her tight and running a hand under the baby doll to caress a breast that
managed to be both soft and firm.  Kissing the nape of her neck, the side
of her face and the swirls of her ear, I slowly thrust up into her while
she rolled her hips from side to side.

   We moaned and groaned while the chair squeaked beneath us.  Finally,
just as the clock on the mantle chimed to announce Brit's bedtime, I came
inside her.  Once she had milked me of every last drop, she twisted to the
side, throwing her legs over an arm of the chair.  We kissed tenderly for a
moment before she said sweetly, "Good night, Daddy."

   "Good night, pumpkin," I replied with another kiss.  She then got up and
headed for the stairs.  As she walked away, I saw a stream of my semen
dribble down the tanned skin of her inner thigh.

   When I made my way upstairs an hour later, I found her cuddled in my
bed. When I lay down beside her and wrapped an arm around her middle, she
snuggled back against me, murmuring contentedly.  Although I was exhausted,
I lay awake for a long time, basking in the sound of her soft, even breaths
and the feel of her warm body against mine.  It had been a long time since
I'd been in love, and I gladly welcomed its return.

   The next day we started what Brit referred to as phase one of her plan.
It was elegant in its simplicity, consisting only of inviting Monica and
Cindy to join us on family outings, like bike rides, going out for dinner
and such.  Cindy had joined us often enough in the past just as Brit often
joined them, but before the girls had either been with one parent or the
other, never both.  Monica truly must have been feeling lonely, because she
jumped at the chance for adult interaction that didn't involve a
stethoscope or someone asking her to look at an unpleasant growth.

   Within a week, she was returning the favor, inviting us to join them for
their family activities.  Within a month, she was stopping over to join in
family game night (completely ruining my chances of ever winning at
Scrabble), sit on the porch and chat, or just hang out and watch TV, and I
was doing the same at her house.  She made it clear right from the
beginning that she would be happy to have a friend but wasn't looking for
anything more.  I stayed within those bounds, and actually was quite happy
just spending time with her.  In addition to the wit she had displayed
during our webcam conversations she also had a truly kind and compassionate
nature.  In short, she was fun to hang out with and a delight to talk to.

   Throughout it all, Cindy and Brit continued to put on their shows, and I
continued to meet Feelinglonely on the cams every few nights, where we
would spin each other fantasies that always involved doing naughty things
with our daughters.  Our double lives occasionally conflicted; there were
times when Monica would make excuses to end a family outing early in order
to make it to a cam date on time.  The worst part, though, was to watch an
incredible woman pleasure herself time and again and never be able to talk
to her about it in person; to be next to her almost daily and not be able
to lean over and give her a kiss.

   My non-parental relationship with Brit followed the usual path.  After
screwing like bunnies for a few months, we slowed down to three or four
times a week.  The decrease in sex had nothing to do with any cooling of
emotions, however.  I'd had my doubts about her plan in the beginning, not
believing that it was possible to truly love two women at the same time. 
But, to my surprise, my romantic love for Brit deepened by the day, even
while my love for Monica blossomed.  There were differences, of course.  My
feelings for Brit were tempered by the bond between father and daughter,
and I did my best to fill the roles of both lover and dad.  At times, that
was amazingly difficult.

   I also got to know Cindy a lot better during this period.  Off camera,
she was incredibly shy, almost ridiculously so.  Although she seemed
pleased that we were now spending so much time as a foursome, it was weeks
before she would talk to me in much more than squeaky monosyllables.  It
quickly became clear that she was nowhere near as bright as Brit, but she
made up for it by being exceptionally kind and sweet.

   True to her word, Brit did experience some jealousy.  The most obvious
sign of it was her need for a lot of verbal affirmations of my love for her
any time we spent the evening with Monica and Cindy.  Nevertheless, she
pursued her goal diligently.  She spent hours poring - and giggling - over
the logs she made of my chat sessions with Feelinglonely and then made
suggestions for the next cam fantasy.  They were always a big hit.  She
also talked to Cindy constantly about how great it would be if me and her
mom got together, in the hope that Cindy would then raise the subject at
home.  Brit called it a covert operation to undermine Monica's resistance
to having a relationship from within her own house.

   The night that 'phase one' ended, Monica and I were sitting on my front
porch sharing a bottle of wine and discussing everything from the latest
political scandal to our favorite contestants on the most recent
incarnation of Survivor.  Our children were up in Brit's room, most likely
putting on a show.  I noticed Monica glancing in that direction frequently,
although I pretended to be oblivious to both her glances and our daughters'
activities.

   The hour grew late, and Monica drained her glass and stood.  "I should
collect my daughter and head home," she said, with what I hoped was
reluctance in her voice.

   "Yeah, I should get Brit tucked in and head to bed myself," I replied.
"We were thinking of seeing the new Pixar flick this Friday.  Would you and
Cindy like to join us?"

   "It's a date," she replied immediately.  A frown crossed her face as she
thought about what she had said.  She hesitated on her way to the front
door, rocking back and forth on her heels.  When she looked down at me, her
expression was like a deer caught in the headlights.  Before I could react,
she swooped down on me, pressing her lips briefly to mine and then
withdrawing.

   Looking everywhere but at my face, she said, "I know what I said before,
but do you think we should make it a real date?" Before I could answer, she
rolled on, "You've been a great friend these past months, and I like you. A
lot.  After John died, I didn't think I'd ever want to get involved with
someone again, but now I'm thinking that maybe I was wrong."

   I reached out to take her hand.  She didn't squeeze back, but she also
didn't pull away.  "If you're comfortable with that, I would like it very
much," I said gently.  "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't very attracted to
you.  But I like you a lot, too, and enjoy our time together.  So, if you'd
be more comfortable staying just friends, I would be fine with that, too."

   It was apparently the right thing to say.  She gave my hand a squeeze
and met my eyes at last.  "Let's try it," she said warmly.  She then looked
away.  "Would it be okay with you if we took things slow?  I mean really
slow.  I have ...  some issues I need to work out."

   "As slow as you want," I promised.

   She bent down and kissed me again, lingering a little longer this time.
"It's a date then.  Good night, and I'll see you Friday."

   "Good night, Monica.  I look forward to it."

   I stayed on the porch as she went inside to get Cindy.  We exchanged
waves when they emerged, and I watched them walk away.  I got a warm, fuzzy
feeling when I saw her glance back a few times, a smile on her face.

   Brit chortled when I told her about the new development.  "It's about
friggin' time," she said.  "I was starting to think that my dad was a
wimp."

   "Hey now!" I protested as I advanced on her with hands upraised in the
classic tickling position.  "We agreed that she had to make the decision to
go beyond the friend phase."

   She stared at my approaching, wriggling fingers with narrowed eyes, a
mischievous smile spreading across her face.  Making a rude noise, she
said, "A real man never would have agreed to that." Squealing, she then
turned tail and ran.

   It took a surprisingly long time for me to catch her; she was becoming
quite the agile little minx.  Whether by coincidence or design, I finally
ran her to ground in my bedroom.  The tickling quickly became something
else entirely.

   Afterwards, as we lay cuddling, Brit murmured, "We're going to need a
bigger bed."

   "Hmmm?" I replied, more than half asleep.

   "This one's fine for the two of us, but it's going to be crowded with
three."

   Too tired to tickle her again, I settled for laughing as I gathered her
into my arms and drifted off to sleep.

   Monica wasn't kidding about taking things slow.  That Friday, we held
hands during the movie, to the great amusement of our darling daughters,
and I received a chaste kiss after we got home.  We stayed at the
hand-holding and kissing with no tongue phase for more than a month and
never went out without our children in tow.

   During this period, I continued to meet with Feelinglonely on the
computer.  At some point in nearly every session she asked if I, Daddy2u,
would ever tell a significant other about my attraction to underage girls.
Although it made me feel guilty to influence my budding relationship with
this wonderful woman through subterfuge, each time I answered that I would;
if my significant other loved me and I wasn't hurting anyone, I would hope
that she would accept me as I was.

   When we finally decided to take the big step of going out without the
safety blanket of our daughters, I let her choose our activity.  To my
astonished delight, she picked a night of drinking, dancing and playing
pool at one of the local bars.  Any question I might have had about whether
she had made the choice for my sake was resolved when she kicked my ass at
pool five games out of seven.  By the end of the night, I had to admit that
my daughter certainly knew how to pick them.

   Afterwards, our inhibitions loosened by alcohol, we parked in my
driveway and made out like teenagers.  I even got to second base,
discovering that her breasts felt every bit as good as they looked.

   The following night was a webcam date.  As usual, she sent me an
invitation the moment I logged on and appeared on my screen wearing a robe.
Our daughters, I couldn't help but notice, were putting on a tandem show
and were already half naked and lip locked.

   A private message from Feelinglonely appeared almost immediately, "I'm
sorry, Daddy, but I don't think I can do this anymore."

   "Why not?"

   "I've been seeing someone, and I'm pretty sure it's serious.  While I
enjoy doing this, it feels too much like cheating now to continue."

   "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that."

   "Really?  Why?"

   I turned the camera up to show my face.  "I think we should talk.  The
girls are at your place, so why don't you come over here?"

   She sat completely motionless for a long moment, her body shaking with
agitation or, more likely, rage.  Then she suddenly stood and ran off
camera.

   Turning my attention to the other screen, I saw that Brit had her head
between Cindy's thighs.  While I couldn't see precisely what she was doing
there, Cindy's look of ecstacy didn't leave much room for doubt.  Although
I knew that she probably wouldn't see it for a while, I typed, "Why don't
you try some fisting?" in general chat.  It was our prearranged signal that
phase three, the riskiest part of Brit's plan, had begun.

   I had made it to the kitchen when Monica burst through the front door
still wearing her robe.  "What the fuck, Tom?!" she hissed angrily, her
aggressive posture making me wonder if she was going to try to hit me and,
if so, whether I should let her.  "How long have you known?"

   "Your rose gave you away the first night."

   Her hand clapped over her shoulder as if to hide her tattoo, even though
it was covered by her robe.  Her body slumped, and I could see tears
forming in her eyes.  I felt like shit.  "You've known all along and never
let on," she said listlessly.  "You've just been toying with me.  How could
you do this to me?  What kind of sick game are you playing?  The horrible
part is that I actually liked you.  I'm such a fool." The tears began in
earnest then.

   I wanted to run across the room and take her in my arms, but I knew that
would only send her running.  "It's not like that, Monica," I tried to
explain.  "I care about you, and I never wanted to hurt you.  When I
realized it was you on the cam and that we shared ...  an uncommon
interest, I wanted to get to know you better.  I've wanted to tell you that
I knew for so long, but we thought that would just scare..." Brit had
appeared at the screen door behind Monica and stood outside listening.  She
winced at my last sentence, making me realize my mistake a moment before...

   "We?" Monica interrupted.  "WE?!  You've got to be shitting me!  Brit
knows about this, too?  Or do you mean Cindy?!  So help me, if you've been
conspiring with my daughter, if you've done anything to her, I'll..."

   "No, not Cindy," I hastily interjected.

   "That's a relief, but Brit knowing about this is bad enough.  Do you
have any idea how humiliating this is?  Just how much does she know?"

   I saw Brit reaching for the door handle.  I tried to wave her off,
thinking that her appearance could only make things worse, but she ignored
me.

   "Everything," she said as she made her entrance.  "And there's nothing
to be ashamed of.  I'm flattered that you think I'm sexy; that you touch
yourself when you watch me.  I like looking at you, too.  Cindy doesn't
know that I know - that we know - about the two of you, and I'll never tell
her unless you want me to.  I think it's really hot that the two of you get
off watching each other.  Just like me and my daddy." She walked across the
room to give me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek.

   Monica looked back and forth between us until finally settling on me. 
"You're not fucking her are you?" My expression must have given her the
answer.  "Oh, god.  You are," she said despondently.

   Brit answered before I could.  "Sometimes.  Other times we make love. 
And every now and then, I fuck him.  Would you like to watch?"

   Monica stared at Brit with open-mouthed horror for a moment before
turning back to glare at me.  "Tom, what were you thinking?  How could you
do this to your little girl?  Fantasy is one thing, but this is reality..."
She leaned against the table for support and said faintly, "Good lord, I'm
going to have to report this to child services."

   "Dad, could you excuse us for a minute?" Brit said brusquely.  "I think
Dr.  Peyton and I need to have a chat."

   "But...," I started, only to stop when Brit turned to glare at me every
bit as fiercely as Monica was.

   "It's okay, Dad," Brit said calmly.  "Go wait outside or upstairs,
someplace out of earshot.  If you stay, Dr.  Peyton might think I'm under
duress or some nonsense like that, and it's important that she believes
every word I'm about to say to her."

   Numbly, I went upstairs and sat on my bed.  Brit and I had considered
the possibility that Monica would react like this, but, given her own
proclivities, had thought it so unlikely that we didn't bother coming up
with a contingency.  What if she did call child services?  In addition to a
fairly long prison sentence, I would lose my daughter, the person who meant
everything to me.  I crumpled to my side, realizing that my fate depended
on the ability of my thirteen year old daughter to manipulate an adult. 
Actually, when I thought of it in those terms, I felt a little better. 
After all, who's more manipulative than a teenage girl?

   After what seemed like an eternity of hell, but was probably only twenty
minutes, Brit called me back to the kitchen.  Monica was now seated with
her elbows on the table and her face buried in her palms.  She peeked
between her fingers when I entered the room.

   "Is it true that she lost her virginity by tying you up and forcing you
to have sex?" she asked, her voice flat and emotionless.

   "Well, she used fuzzy handcuffs, so technically there was no tying
involved, and forced is probably a little too strong of a term, but yes," I
replied.

   "And you resisted when she started masturbating in front of you?"

   "At first.  It didn't do me much good.  She's very hard to resist."

   "So I'm discovering.  I just don't know what to say or what to do.  I
need to go home and think about this."

   Again Brit took charge of the situation.  "What is there to think about,
Dr.  Peyton?  I've read the logs of your chat sessions with my dad.  I know
all about the naughty things you imagine doing to me and your daughter.  It
made me so wet reading about how you wanted to watch my daddy stick his
big, hard cock into my tiny pussy." Monica started to object, but Brit kept
right on talking, "Yeah, I know that you didn't know it was him you were
chatting with, but that hardly matters.  You know who I am, and you
certainly know who Cindy is.  It's us who you want to see get fucked; it's
us you want to run your tongue and fingers all over and then have us return
the favor.  Well, here's your chance to live out part of your fantasy for
real.  No one will get hurt, and no one will ever know except the three of
us.  I promise."

   Monica again looked like a deer caught in headlights.  She sat and
stared at Brit in shock as my daughter leaned close.  In contrast, Brit's
expression brought to mind an image of a rattlesnake about to strike at a
helpless bunny.  I remained on the sidelines, too enthralled by the drama
taking place in front of me to intervene.

   Brit ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips.  "I was licking your
daughter's sweet little pussy just a little while ago.  Would you like to
kiss me and get a taste?"

   A shiver passed through Monica's body, and a weak moan of desire and
despair squeaked out from between her lips.  Unconsciously, her face tilted
upwards.  Brit gave her no chance to change her mind, seizing the back of
her head and pulling her in until their lips touched.  Monica stiffened,
her hands splayed out and pressed down on the top of the table.  Then she
melted, her fingers tracing up Brit's back to tangle in her hair and hold
her close.  I could see that her eyes were shut and her tongue was busily
exploring the inside of Brit's mouth.

   When they broke for air, Brit gave Monica a sweet smile.  "See?  That
wasn't so bad, was it?"

   Monica raised a trembling hand to her lips as if to remind herself of
the pleasant pressure that she had experienced moments before.  "But it's
wrong," she said weakly.

   "Why is it wrong?" Brit asked gently.  "I liked it.  You liked it. 
You're certainly not taking advantage of me.  If anything, I'm the one
molesting you.  Besides, you've watched me and Cindy do a lot more than
kiss and never put a stop to it."

   When Monica remained silent, Brit leaned back close and asked in a
conspiratorial whisper, "Would you like to watch me and my dad make love?"

   Monica opened her mouth, but no sound came out.  She closed it and
swallowed a few times before giving a single, tiny nod.  Brit gave her a
smile and a tender kiss before withdrawing.

   Pulling a chair out from the table, Brit waved me over and pushed me
down.  Once I was seated, she wasted no time pulling down my zipper and
fishing out my cock, already half hard from watching them kiss.

   "My daddy has such a nice cock," Brit commented as she stroked it to
full erection.  "But you know that already, don't you, Monica?  You've been
looking at it for months now while you play with your pretty pussy.  It's
this cock right here that you've imagined sliding into me or Cindy hundreds
of times before.  Have you ever imagined it sliding into you?"

   Monica had pushed her chair to the side to get a better view, but sat
limply, her face filled with shocked disbelief.  Just when it seemed that
she was going to ignore Brit's question, she averted her eyes from us and
gave a short, sharp nod of her head.

   "You'll love it.  I know I do.  Now tell me the truth, Monica.  Do you
want to see us make love, or do you want to watch us fuck?" She stared at
Monica quizzically, her fist skimming up and down my shaft.

   Finally, Monica whispered, "I want to watch you fuck."

   Brit hurriedly disrobed and straddled my legs with her back to me. 
Thrusting her hips forward, she swirled her fingers around her labia,
spreading her juices and giving Monica a good look at her pussy.  She then
took my cock in hand, lined it up with her moist opening, and took it
inside.

   I was a little uncomfortable with having Monica watch a felony take
place a few feet in front of her, but I was even more turned on.  Planting
a kiss between Brit's shoulder blades, I slid my hands around her to cup
her breasts.

   As Brit slowly lowered herself onto me, she said, "It's stretching me so
good, Monica.  I love the way my daddy feels deep inside me." She came to a
stop when I bottomed out, and reached down to caress the inch that still
remained outside.  "He's as deep as he can go, Monica.  I'm stuffed
completely full of my daddy's cock.  Do you think you can take the whole
thing?  I can't wait to see you try."

   Monica let out a little whimper and sank to the floor in front of us,
her eyes locked on the point of our union.  Brit started to move up and
down on my shaft, occasionally giving her hips a little swivel.

   "You can play with yourself while you watch us fuck," she told Monica.
"We won't mind at all."

   Hesitantly, Monica rose to her knees and opened her robe, prompting Brit
to say, "You have beautiful boobs.  Will you let me suck on them later? 
Cindy loves having her nipples licked and sucked and played with.  Did she
get that from you?"

   Monica moaned, one hand delving between her legs while the other
caressed her breasts.  I had seen her pleasure herself dozens of times, but
it was so much better in person.  Now I could see the expressions on her
face, the desire in her eyes, and the way her mouth opened in a seductive
oval when she moaned.  I could hear the soft, wet sounds of her finger
pistoning in and out of her sex and her wispy sighs of pleasure.  I could
smell the scent of her arousal, muskier than Brit's but just as sweet. 
Monica was great on the webcam, but the full sensory experience of her was
absolutely incredible.

   Brit's motions slowed, and she leaned back against my chest.  As my
hands continued to caress her breasts, she whispered, "Isn't she beautiful,
Dad?" In a louder voice, she added wistfully, "I wish she'd come closer.  I
wish she'd touch us."

   Monica's gaze lifted from our joined loins to our faces.  I could see in
her eyes that she had surrendered completely to the experience.  Taking
Brit's wish as her command, she scrambled forward on her knees until her
chest was pressed into Brit's belly.  She lifted slightly to kiss Brit and
then higher still to kiss me.  Her hands were everywhere; on my chest and
Brit's breasts, combing through our hair, and exploring the point where my
shaft vanished inside my daughter.

   Our hands were not idle, though much of her was out of our reach.  My
fingers twined with Brit's as we explored Monica's breasts together,
hefting them, squeezing them gently, caressing the nipples.  Suddenly, we
were denied even that as Monica kissed a path down Brit's tummy.  Brit's
body started to squirm sensuously on top of mine, her pussy squeezing hard
all along my embedded length.

   Laying her head back on my shoulder, Brit gasped, "She's licking my
button, Dad."

   Actually, I already knew that because the tip of her tongue was also
flicking over my balls and the little bit of my cock that wasn't inside
Brit.  I hugged my baby tight and asked, "Does it feel good, sweetheart?"

   "Mmmm, so good...she's even better than Cindy."

   At this proclamation, I heard a muffled moan emerge from between Brit's
thighs.  Blindly, Monica's hands reached up, one clasping Brit's, the other
mine.  With my free hand, I rubbed Brit's breasts, pulling gently at her
nipples.  It wasn't long before Brit cried out passionately in orgasm.

   Just when I thought that the pulsating muscles of Brit's sex and
Monica's relentless tongue were going to push me over the edge, Brit pushed
Monica's head away and jumped to her feet.  She staggered over to one of
the other chairs and sat down heavily, her chest and belly heaving as she
struggled to catch her breath.  "Wow," she gasped as she looked down at
Monica's girl goo covered face, "Having my daddy's cock deep inside me
while you licked my button was pure heaven.  I'll have to do that for you
soon." The familiar mischievous smile appeared on her face.  "For now,
though, would you like to really taste me?"

   A look of pure lust appeared on Monica's face, and she lunged for my
little girl.  Just before she reached her goal, Brit clapped a hand over
her sex, blocking access completely.  "No, not that.  Not yet.  But there's
something here that tastes just like me at the moment."

   Monica's head twisted around, her eyes locking on my glistening cock
that bobbed up and down with the beating of my heart.  She then looked up
at me pleadingly, almost making me laugh.  Like there had ever been a man
who said no to a blowjob from a beautiful woman, or any woman for that
matter.

   I had no sooner nodded my eager consent when she took me to the root in
her mouth.  She sucked lightly for a moment, the flat of her tongue
pressing hard against the underside of my shaft.  Popping me from her
mouth, she then worked her way around my girth, licking from stem to tip to
get every last drop of Brit's essence.

   I ran my fingers through her hair as she worked, and she looked up to
meet my eyes.  I could still see hurt in her expression, along with doubt
and confusion.  But I could also see affection, and perhaps even a promise
of more.  All of these emotions, though, were overshadowed by lust and
desire.

   For the first few minutes, Brit just watched intently, her fingers
tracing idly over her slit.  She couldn't remain an observer for long,
though.  Sliding behind Monica, she stroked her hands up and down the other
woman's stomach before hefting a breast in each hand.  "I really do love
your boobs, Monica," she whispered.  "I hope mine are just like them when I
get older."

   Too polite to talk with her mouth full, Monica didn't reply.

   Brit kept fondling and groping those glorious tits as she pressed into
Monica's back, pushing her forward and up until her mouth was forced from
my cock.  Monica and I looked at each other in confusion even as Brit kept
urging her farther toward me.

   Suddenly, her intent became clear as my dick was sandwiched between
those soft, round breasts.  Brit squeezed them around me and bounced them
up and down.  I was leaking so much pre-seminal fluid that Monica's silken
skin slid easily against me.  Brit rested her chin on Monica's shoulder and
played peek-a-boo with my cock while Monica reached back to fondle Brit's
butt with one hand and ran the other all over my chest and stomach.

   "It would be really sexy if you gave my daddy's cock a little kiss each
time it appeared," Brit whispered in Monica's ear.

   I saw Monica's eyes blink rapidly as she finally absorbed the fact that
the dominant player in our threesome was a thirteen year old girl, but she
obediently lowered her head.  I could do little but throw my head back and
moan at the twin sensations of Monica's beautiful tits squeezing and
rubbing my cock and her tongue flicking over the head each time it popped
out of her cleavage.  In a matter of minutes, I again felt my balls begin
to tighten.

   Somehow sensing my impending release, Brit abruptly released Monica's
boobs, stood, and pulled the other woman to her feet.  Giggling at my
desperately bobbing, twitching member and my frustrated groan, she said
playfully, "Why don't we go upstairs where it's comfy?"

   In a daze, I followed the women up the steps, my eyes following their
swaying bottoms.  Once in my bedroom, Monica came to a stop and stood
uncertainly.  While now a willing participant, she apparently still wasn't
comfortable enough with the situation to take initiative.  Brit, in
contrast, showed no hesitation whatsoever.  Taking me by the hand, she led
me to the bed and pushed me down on my back.  Scrambling up next to me, she
took my cock in hand and stroked it slowly.

   "Are you ready to have this inside you?" she asked Monica seductively.
For a moment, Monica simply stared at Brit's fist going up and down, but
then she gave a barely perceptible nod.  Brit smiled.  "Well, get over
here, then.  I want to watch you fuck my daddy."

   Assisted by Brit, Monica was soon straddling my loins.  Brit then held
me in place as Monica took me inside.  She moaned as she lowered herself
slowly until I was completely embedded within her lovely shaved pussy.  She
held me there, slowing rotating her hips in small circles while she
adjusted to my presence.  She wasn't quite as tight as Brit, of course, but
when she squeezed her muscles, firmly gripping my entire length with her
wet sheath, I squirmed in pleasure.  Tearing my eyes from where she was
impaled upon my cock, I looked up at her face.  Her eyes were half closed,
her mouth half open.

   Meeting my gaze, she groaned, "It's been so long ...  feels so good."

   Brit leaned in and kissed her gently, tenderly, while caressing every
inch of her body.  Returning my daughter's kiss enthusiastically, she began
to raise and lower herself slowly.



   Running my hands up the smooth, soft skin of her thighs, I took hold of
her hips and began to hump up into her in harmony with her motions.  Brit
placed a hand on my pelvis to stop me, sensing that Monica needed to do
this at her own pace.

   She soon encouraged Monica to lie down on top of me until her breasts
were squashed against my chest and our noses were touching.  Looking deep
into her eyes, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as my lips
sought out hers.  Our kisses started out gentle, but rapidly grew in
passion.  Her hands slid beneath me, and I felt her fingernails bite into
my shoulders as her hips began to churn.  This time, Brit didn't stop me as
I pumped my hips in time with Monica's.

   Brit sat quietly next to us as we screwed, a small, smug smile on her
face at having achieved her goal.  Her hands roved all over our bodies -
well, mostly Monica's - and she occasionally leaned down to kiss and lick
an inviting patch of skin.  Our pleasure soon reached a crescendo, our lips
parting as we moaned and sighed in release.

   Monica dropped her head to my shoulder and sucked hard on the side of my
neck, quite possibly giving me a hickey.  I couldn't bring myself to care
if she had; it was a small price to pay for the feel of her squirming and
trembling on top of me, of her pillowy breasts rubbing against my chest,
the points of her nipples tracing circles around mine.  As our orgasms
began to wane, she again sought out my lips with hers, kissing me hard as
my cock twitched a final few times within her gently pulsating channel.

   Afterwards, she rolled off to the side, and Brit and I held her between
us, rubbing her, caressing her, loving her.  Monica's eyes were closed, and
she had a look of pure contentment on her face.

   After a while, the bed shifted as Brit moved down between my legs.  As
Monica and I looked on, she took the head of my cock in her mouth and
sucked on it gently, trying to coax it back to life.  Now that Monica was a
fully active participant, she became less forceful and more playful and
began to apply the knowledge she had gained from reading the chat logs.

   Looking up at us with a twinkle in her eye, she said in her cutest
little girl voice, "He tastes like you, Mommy.  It's so good." She took
another lick before pointing it in Monica's direction.  "Do you wanna help
me make it big again?"

   I heard Monica gasp and saw her eyes widen at being addressed as mommy.
With a look of pure lust, she scrambled down to join my daughter.  For the
next few minutes, I was treated to the sight and feel of them passing my
cock back and forth between them, their tongues meeting and twining
together around the spit-shiny shaft of my fully restored manhood.

   Brit finally disengaged and, continuing to role-play, looked down
bashfully.  "Mommy, do you think it would be okay if Daddy tried to put his
big thing inside me?  I'm so tiny down there that I don't know if it will
fit, but I'd like to try.  It looked like it felt really good when he was
doing it to you."

   Monica let out a lustful mewl, but took her cue.  "I don't know,
sweetheart.  Daddy has such a big ol' thing that it might really hurt."

   Brit pouted prettily.  "Oh, please, Mommy?  I really want to try.  But
I'm kind of scared, too.  Could you watch real close and make him slow down
if it looks like he's going to hurt me?"

   Monica switched her gaze to me.  "What do you think, Daddy?  Do you
think our little girl is ready to have your big thing inside her?"

   Suppressing my shit-eating grin, I scratched my chin as I pretended to
ponder the matter.  "Hmmm, she is pretty tiny, but if she really wants to
try I guess we should let her.  You'll have to keep a really close eye on
things, though, to make sure I don't hurt her." I scratched my chin some
more.  "Maybe if she got on all fours, and you got underneath her, you'd be
able to supervise properly."

   A shudder of excitement passed through Monica's body, and her reply came
out in such a rush that it made Brit giggle.  "Yes, that sounds like a good
idea."

   We quickly got rearranged.  From between Brit's knees, Monica gazed
rapturously up at the wet little peach a few inches in front of her nose.
Not able to resist, she took a round buttock in each hand and lifted her
head to lick the length of the pink, wet slit.

   Brit let out a high-pitched giggle.  "Oh, Mommy!" she exclaimed.  "It
tickles so good when you kiss my peep."

   Monica continued to 'tickle her good' while I got into position.  Seeing
that my bobbing cock was ready to go, she held Brit's sweet labia open with
one hand while guiding me forward with the other.

   I stopped when little more than the head was inside.  "She's so tight!
Are you sure she's okay?"

   Monica's fingers traced around the area where my cock was stuck in my
daughter.  Her voice was muffled and husky with excitement.  "She's really
stuffed full, but I think she's fine.  Try to go a little deeper." A few
seconds later, she added, "Maybe just a tiny bit deeper," followed by, "I
think she can take a little more."

   Brit's hips were rotating slowly, and she pressed back at me until the
head of my cock bumped against the entrance to her womb.  "He's all the way
in, Mommy," she groaned.  "It feels really good, but it hurts a little bit,
too.  Could you kiss it and make it better?"

   "Of course, honey," Monica replied with a blissful sigh.  "Mommy will
make it all better."

   I felt her hair brush up my thighs, her forehead press against my balls,
and her tongue make incidental contact with the exposed part of my meat as
she gave Brit what she wanted.  As I slid slowly in and out, Brit's body
began to buck in pleasure.  Her arms wrapped around Monica's hips, and she
clung on tight as she rode her orgasm out.

   I was still pumping steadily into her when her body relaxed, at least a
little.  "I know ...ohhh...  that I'm not ...mmmm....  supposed
....ahhh...to, Mommy, but I ...uhhh ...was looking at naughty ...  mmm ...
pictures ..." I came to a stop so she could get her statement out before
the night was over.  Grinning at me over her shoulder, she finished, "...
on the 'puter.  There were ladies kissing each other's peeps.  Isn't that a
silly thing to do?  Would you like me to do that to you, Mommy?"

   "Oh, yes, sweety," Monica replied immediately.  "Kiss Mommy's peep."

   I resumed my motion as Brit buried her head between Monica's thighs. 
Monica threw her legs open even wider and moaned in encouragement.

   After a moment, Brit again lifted her head, "I can taste Daddy's stuff
inside you, Mommy...  it's so yummy.  Am I doing it right?"

   "Mmmm, yes, honey, you're doing it perfect.  Keep kissing Mommy's peep,"
Monica groaned in reply.  She then addressed me, "I think she's nice and
stretched now, Daddy.  Why don't you pump your big, nasty thing in and out
of our little girl's peep hard and fast?"

   Brit moaned her whole-hearted agreement, "Yes, Daddy!  Do it really hard
and fast!"

   I picked up the pace until my cock was slamming into Brit.  Beneath and
in front of me, both women squirmed, groaned and trembled with orgasm after
orgasm.  Finally, I could hold out no more.

   "I'm going to cum," I announced.  "Where should I do it?"

   "Ohhh, shoot your stuff inside me, Daddy," Brit replied.  She put a
little extra emphasis on 'shoot your stuff', subtly and gently chastising
me for my slight deviation from our roleplaying game.  "I bet Mommy would
like to find out how good your stuff tastes when it's in a peep."

   I heard Monica chuckle a little, but she didn't make any alternate
suggestions.  Taking a firm hold on Brit's hips, I ground my loins into her
butt as I climaxed as deep inside her as was possible.  I then held myself
there until the last tingle had faded.

   The second I pulled my cock out, Monica's tongue took its place.  I
could see that her face was already smeared with seed that had previously
dripped down upon her.  While Monica licked and lapped and smacked her
lips, Brit ground herself against Monica's face as she reached her last
orgasm of the evening.

   With some effort, the ladies managed to untangle themselves, and again
we cuddled, this time with Brit in the middle.  For a long time we lay
there, exchanging kisses, hugs and caresses, until Monica sighed
reluctantly.  "I hate to say it, but I should go home.  Cindy has to be
wondering what happened to me."

   "Don't go yet," Brit protested.  "Being squeezed between the two of you
is so cozy."

   Monica chuckled and gave her an affectionate kiss on the forehead.  "I
have to, but, before I go ...  well, what now?"

   I took a deep breath.  "I know this is going to sound corny, and it's
probably too soon, and..." Brit's elbow jabbed into my ribs to move things
along.  "Well ...  I love you both.  At one time, I didn't believe such a
thing was possible, but it is and I do.  And it was Brit's devious little
mind that came up with the idea of trying to get us together in the first
place.  So, now that you know how we feel, I guess the decision is yours."

   She was silent for a long moment and when she spoke her voice was a
little ragged.  "I've fallen for you, too.  That's why it hurt so much when
I found out that you've been playing with me all this time.  I still can't
help but feel betrayed."

   "We weren't playing with you, Monica," I replied gently.  "If I had
said, 'Hi, Feelinglonely,' that morning in my kitchen when I first saw your
tattoo, what would you have done?"

   "I would have run out of your house with a red face and never spoken to
you again," she admitted.

   Brit chimed in, "After that, if you decided that you just wanted to stay
friends, or if the romance sputtered out, there wouldn't have been any
point in telling you.  All it would have done is embarrassed you and ruined
at least one friendship.  It wasn't until it looked like things between you
two might work out that telling you could do anything other than hurt us
all."

   Monica's eyes met mine.  "And if we had just stayed friends, would you
have kept meeting me on the webcams, knowing who I was but never telling
me?"

   "Probably," I admitted.  "I'm not a saint, Monica, and you are a very
beautiful woman."

   She blinked her eyes at that before shaking her head with a chuckle. 
"Well, at least you're honest." She averted her gaze and went silent for a
long time.  When she looked back up, her smile was breathtaking.  "So much
for taking things slow."

   Each of us leaned overtop of Brit to kiss.  As it lingered on and grew
more passionate, our arms wrapped around the other and squeezed tight. 
Brit endured it for as long as she could before squeaking, "Hey!  Getting
crushed here!"

   Laughing, we separated and took turns kissing Brit until she murmured
happily, "That's more like it."

   When Monica sat up to leave, Brit grinned at her winsomely.  "Does this
mean you're going to be my real mommy soon?"

   After a startled laugh, Monica bent down to give her another kiss. 
"We'll see, but in the meantime I'll be happy to play the part anytime."

   I walked Monica to the door where we had another lingering goodbye.  As
she left, she said laughingly over her shoulder, "You know, my initial
feeling that there was molestation going on here was right.  I just had the
roles backward."

   When I returned to my bedroom, I found my molester sprawled out on the
bed.  Nudging her over, I settled in next to her and said, "Well, that went
well."

   Brit grunted non-committally.  "You could have done better, but I guess
it's the result that counts," she said teasingly.

   "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

   She rolled over and hugged me tight.  She then pulled back far enough
for me to see her impish smile.  "Why wouldn't I be?  She obviously likes
me more." Cocking her head to the side, she peered at my neck for a moment
before adding, "Even if she didn't give me a big, red hickey."

   When I was finally too exhausted to tickle her any more, I engulfed her
in my arms and slipped slowly into slumber.

   The following day, Monica called me at work.  It turned out that Cindy
had been a little freaked out to find her mom missing without having said
anything.  She had been about to leave for my house to look for her when
Monica got home.  To make it up to her, Monica had promised her some
quality mother-daughter time that night.

   She finished by saying, "Cindy's going to be putting on a show before
dinner.  Why don't you meet me on the cams?  It should be fun now that
we're both in on the secret."

   Soon after I logged in that night, I received a private message.  "Hi,
Daddy!" said Lonelynomore.

   End

   I'm considering writing a third story in this series, which would, of
course, involve bringing Cindy into the fold.  But I'd rather not waste
time writing something no one is going to read.  So, if you'd like to read
a Cindy story let me know at vidivenidpt@yahoo.com.

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