Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Orchid, Female, 13

	- Daughter of Brent

	- Pale white skin, 5'8, 140lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 9

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'5, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

The girls were singing and splashing in the pool as Dahlia and I made our way to my bedroom. She stopped at the bathroom door, said, “I need to pee... wanna watch?”

I smiled, nodded, and followed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Dahlia slid her black dress up and showed the bright red silk panties below. A dark wet spot was in the crotch and I dropped my nose down to sniff her. I inhaled Dahlia's mature, ripe aroma, her feminine odors so arousing and pungent and warm. I slid her panties down, pressed my nose into her sex, inhaled again directly from her privates.

Dahlia moaned as she sat, my face inches away as she spread her legs and used her fingers to part her labia. I watched her clit rise as she opened herself to my eyes, her pussy unfolding. Her urethra pushed out a bit, the tiny hole dilating. A stream of piss shot out and trickled into the bowl. Dahlia sighed, “ahhh... ahhh...” as she peed. I smelled her warm urine and horny pussy, the bitter scent mixing with the arousing warm aroma of her genitals. She urinated strongly for a while before her flow slowed and trickled.

I moved closer and licked her slit, cleaned away the bitter piss and lapped at the cream sliding from her vagina. Dahlia moaned and moved her hips against my face. I kissed her labia and sucked her clit between my lips. She took my head and pushed me hard into her crotch, smothering me with her warm, sticky flesh. Her clit throbbed against my nose and lips, her body writhing as she moaned.

She humped against me hard three times, again, barely cut off a loud cry, held my head tight in her crotch, and orgasmed. “oooohh... oooohhh... ooooh... oo-oo-oohhh... ooo-ooo-ooooooohhh... oooh... Brent... ohhhh...” I licked her juices as she spasmed, the woman's body slouching onto the toilet and coming to rest, small twitches hitting her and jiggling her large breasts under the black dress.

Dahlia pulled me up and kissed the wetness around my lips, cleaning her urine and juices from my face. We shared twirling tongues and wet, sloppy mouths. I whispered, “bedroom?”

She nodded and pulled her dress down as she rose. I noticed a pair of small, red, silk panties and a pair of green cotton ones at the top of the hamper. I smiled and picked them up, Dahlia's eyes widening in excitement. We crept to the bedroom, could still hear the girls in the pool.

I laid Dahlia back and straddled her, kissed her deeply for several minutes. My hands slid over her large breasts, moved the top of her dress down and exposed her bra-less tits. The heavy mounds were warm and wonderful in my fingers, and Dahlia moaned with each motion across her hard nipples and over the sensitive underside of her boobs. I sucked her nipples, teased the flesh with my teeth, kissed her cleavage and neck and cheeks.

I pulled out the pair of Lily's panties and pressed them over Dahlia's nose. The girl's mother inhaled and moaned, shivered, panted as she sniffed her daughter's freshly-worn underwear. I leaned down and kissed Dahlia, inhaled the nine-year old's odors and felt my cock harden in my pants. Dahlia unzipped me and pulled my penis out, stroking it as we sniffed her daughter's panties.

I loved the way the woman mewled as she smelled Lily's damp panties. I knew the girl had been horny all day, she'd even touched my daughter's leg! I imagined that Lily and Orchid would be sharing more than just sleep time together that night. I was so turned on by the idea that I let my worries fade and get lost in my arousal.

I spread Dahlia's legs and pushed her dress up to her stomach, exposing her sex for my penetration. I slipped my penis along her trimmed slit, let her wetness coat my length, her eyes gazing into mine. I nestled the tip of my dick against her labia and pushed into her. Dahlia's eyes slid closed and her head fell back as my cock filled her welcoming hole. I ground my pubic mound against her, my balls resting on her ass cheeks.

I pulled out Orchids panties and replaced Lily's on Dahlia's face. She purred as she sniffed, whispered, “ohh.. Brent... oh, God... yes, Orchid... oh, your daughter... your daughter's pussy is so sweet, smells so good... oh, God... uhnnn...”

I started fucking Dahlia, stroking smoothly in and out of her vagina. Her cream spread over my length, slick and squishy and warm. In and out, in and out, I leaned down and inhaled my daughter's odors. Orchid's young genitals smelled so wonderful, so thrilling. Her damp underwear held her most private scents, pungent and sweaty and so, so intoxicating. I loved smelling Orchid's wet panties, and now, I was sharing it with Dahlia while I fucked the woman's pussy.

Dahlia fell into her role again, and became my daughter. “Ohh, Daddy... hump me, daddy... I love when you use my hole like that... love fucking you, Daddy... ooohh...”

It took me no time to find my place. “Orchid, oh... Sweetie... I love fucking you... love feeling you inside.” I sniffed my daughter's odors, imagined I was in her tight, thirteen-year old pussy. I felt myself burning and shaking as my tension built. “Oh, Orchid... gonna cum in you, Sweetie... Daddy's gonna squirt his seed in you...”

“Ohh... Daddy... oh, yes... cum in me, Daddy... Squirt in me... I want to make a baby with you, Daddy... fill me with your seed... squirt it in my womb... give me a baby, Daddy...”

Dahlia's wonderful words filled me as I felt myself vibrating against my 'daughter.' I imagined Orchid's ripe vagina swelling, reading to take my seed. I knew Dahlia's vagina was fertile and the combination of trying to impregnate Dahlia and imagining my daughter's body under me sent me crashing into a terrific orgasm.

“oooohhh... OOOOOHH... CUMMING IN YOU... OH... TAKE IT... MY LOAD... TAKE MY SEED... OOH... GETTING... YOU... PREGNANNNT... OOOHH... oooh...” I filled Dahlia forcefully, my semen firing out and splashing in her vagina. I came and came, moaning as I planted my seed. I pushed my penis deep into her with each stroke, felt my jism squishing and hoped it was being forced through Dahlia's cervix and into her womb. I stayed as deep as I could for the last couple of squirts, trying my best to blast semen into her fertile body.

I was so into the moment that I started pounding her again without pulling out. I buzzed around thoughts of Dahlia becoming pregnant and fucking my daughter. I turned Dahlia over, moved her to hands and knees, and entered her from behind, my semen frothy around her vulva.

Dahlia cried out as I slammed into her, my penis churning through her pussy, the woman grunting and moaning as we fucked. She pulled Lily's panties to her face and inhaled, her fingers dancing over her clit and my balls. I brought Orchid's underwear to my nose and sniffed them, once more shivering when my daughter's odors filled my throat and lungs.

I felt Dahlia stiffen and slam back against me several times, her body shuddering. She orgasmed strongly as I humped her, so hard that I was forced out along with a long string of sperm and pussy juice. I reentered her quickly and returned to fucking the woman with strong thrusts.

My balls slapped her clit and Dahlia's orgasm only barely waned before she built quickly to another. She cried out as I hammered her pussy, her body sweating and jiggling as she came. I slipped out again, and once more a moment later as her vagina clenched and dilated, clenched and dilated. She gasped, said, “in my ass... I want you in my ass...”

I looked down at her puckered hole and smiled in anticipation. I fucked her pussy while I slipped a finger to her anus, moving slickness onto the hole. I probed and soon had my index finger deep in her butt. Dahlia sucked in her breath and pushed back. I felt her trying to relax her backdoor, the rubber flesh around her asshole squeezing and releasing my finger.

I spit in her crack and pushed it into her butt. Again I spit, directly into her growing gape, pushed it around her hole and as deep as it would go. Her back hole was slick and hot and ready for more than my finger.

I pulled my penis from Dahlia's vagina and pressed the head of it into her ass. Dahlia sucked in again, braced herself for my penetration. I pulled back and slid deeper, my balls coming to rest against her labia and gaping vagina. I held myself inside a moment while Dahlia caught her breath, then started humping her asshole slowly, building speed, soon plowing her tight backdoor, bringing cries and grunts to her throat.

In and out, in and out, I started fucking her harder, the woman's body humping back at me with power and desire. She wanted it deep in her ass, wanted me to fuck her tight hole fast. I saw her inhale Lily's panties again, shuddering, another sniff, fingers slippery on her clit. I felt her asshole tighten and tense as her body strained. Dahlia let out a very loud moan and climaxed while I pounded her butthole. “OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH... FUUUUUUUUUUUCK... OOOOOOOOOOHHHH... OOOOOOOOHHH... OOH... OOH... OOOOOOOOOOHHH... Ffffffffuuuuck...”

I slammed Dahlia's ass, her orgasming body so warm against mine. I raised up a bit, slid over her body and pushed her down closer to the bed. I put my hands on her upper back, got on my toes, and plowed down and forward into her body. Pound, pound, pound, pound, I slammed myself through Dahlia's tight, raw anus. My penis burned and throbbed in her bowels as I felt my seed begin to rise.

Dahlia cried out again, possibly orgasming, loud and intense. My balls drew up and I slammed a final time into the woman's asshole and held myself shuddering against her as I unloaded my jism into her guts. Squirt, squirt, squirt, spurt, squirt, I filled Dahlia's butt with my semen. It burned out of my cock and splashed into her rectum, my dick held deeply in her bowels.

I collapsed on her, my penis trapped by her clenching anus. She moaned into the pillow, Lily's panties held against her nose. I inhaled Orchid's once more as the last of my load dribbled into Dahlia's butt. I imagined that my penis was held in my daughter's ass, shuddering again as the sensation felt real for several seconds. I kissed Dahlia's neck, her back, felt myself softening in her ass.

She squeezed her legs together and had me straddling her butt cheeks. It made it easer to stay inside her and continue leaking sperm into her guts. She whispered back to me, “Brent, oh Brent... oh... my God, you are so good. Know just how to plow me. God, just how to plow me.”

I kissed her cheek, intentionally throbbed my penis in her ass a couple of times, causing her to purr in satisfaction. I whispered, “mmm... same to you... you know just how to get me off. Your body... your mind... damn if I can imagine it better... But... not gonna get you pregnant cumming in your ass.”

I saw her smile, she said, “Yeah... I don't care... you came in both my holes... I'll take that any day. Mmm... feel so well used right now, I could fall asleep.”

“Ditto. To all of the above.” My cock finally slipped out of her asshole and rested in her crotch. My cum was still trapped by her tight anus, soaking into her bowels. I rolled off and held her. She didn't move, just mewled into the pillow like a very content kitten.

Dahlia was asleep pretty quickly. I held her back for a long time before she rolled and rested her head on my chest. As she snored quietly against me, I heard the girls chatting in the hall then someone entered the bathroom. I heard a giggle, Lily's voice, then more chatting in the hallway. My daughter's bedroom door clicked shut and I heard nothing more that night.

- - -

I rose before my lover, watched her sleep for a few moments. I smiled at my luck, knew how fortunate I was to find someone who understood my emotions about my daughter, about her daughter, too. I showered and washed away the signs of the anal pounding I'd given Dahlia, felt exhausted in a very good way.

While the females slept, I made coffee and sat out on the patio, relaxed and enjoying the rising daylight. Dahlia joined me after a while, cup in her hands, wearing a nightgown that was almost see-through, but not quite. She sat and took my hand, kissed my fingers, and pressed them against her breasts, sighed, said, “Mmm... you... wow, you are so good for me... I love you, Brent, I really do.”

I kissed her, smiled, whispered, “I love you, Dahlia. I've needed you for so long, wish I'd have found you sooner.”

We sat drinking our coffee and whispering quietly. I heard her stomach growl and offered to make breakfast. Dahlia stood in the kitchen while I made french toast and a special blackberry sauce that Orchid loved. I made enough for the two of us and set aside the food for the girls who were still shut in Orchid's room.

Dahlia and I ate next to the pool and had almost finished when Lily walked up and hugged her mother, the nine-year old wearing yellow and white pajamas. She looked sleepy and her hair was a mess as she smiled at me then hugged me tight. She whispered, “good morning, Daddy,” in my ear.

I kissed her neck, whispered, “Love you, too, my little Kitty. Love you too.” I could smell the nine-year old's body. The scent of a warm and sleepy little girl mixed with arousal and unwashed privates. It made me very turned on, but I couldn't do anything with my daughter in the house. I looked around, asked, “Orchid still asleep?”

Lily smiled and blushed, said, “uh... showering...”

A pang of uncertainty shot through my body as I raced to interpret the blush. I queried, “Um... did... did you tell her about you and me, Lily? Did it come up?”

She hesitated only a second before replying, “no, Daddy. I didn't tell her about you. Our secret.”

I relaxed a bit and let the girl return to hugging her mom. Dahlia shrugged and kissed her daughter's forehead. I said, “french toast sound good?”

Lily nodded and I got breakfast ready for the girls. Orchid joined us in her blue flannel pajamas, her eyes averted from mine. I knew something had happened, whether it was that she'd heard Dahlia and me, or if something more than conversation had gone on in my daughter's bedroom, I didn't know. I hugged her tight, and she returned the embrace, looked at me, said, “good morning, Dad.”

I kissed her forehead and returned, “Morning, Sweetie. Sleep well?”

It was Orchid's turn to blush, and she looked away quickly, finally said, “Uh... yeah. Sorta. Had a... had a hard time sleeping... for a while. Ok, though. Just tired.”

I buzzed with possibilities, wondered what Lily and Orchid had done that night, or possible that morning. I made the rest of the french toast as my body vibrated and felt both light and heavy at once. My penis was hard and I tried to hide the bulge in my robe as I plated the food.

I rejoined Dahlia by the pool while the girls ate in the dining room. I whispered, “so... what do you think happened last night? Orchid blushed when I asked her if she slept well, then told me she had trouble sleeping...”

Dahlia thought a moment. “I dunno... Lily definitely didn't tell the whole story when you ask her earlier. Think those two... shared more than just talk?”

“Maybe... God, Dahlia, I'm so conflicted. I'm horny as hell by the possibility, want to tell Orchid everything so that I could remove this burden... But I can't! It would harm her, I feel so selfish and shamed to want to be intimate with my daughter, want her to be intimate with Lily, with you... I...”

“Shhh... I know, Brent. Believe me, I know... Just remember Orchid, ok? Nothing that will hurt her, right? Like I said before, maybe Lily will be good for her... let her learn and experiment without being hurt by someone else. Who knows, maybe... maybe she'll even help her see you... differently... maybe...”

I was silent as I considered that, felt pangs of doubt and worry. “I don't know, Dahlia... I don't know... what to think...”

She held my hand as we watched the sun rise above the tree-line. I asked, “when do you have to leave today?”

“Soon, unfortunately. I have to finish up paperwork for Monday morning, and Lily has some things she needs to finish, as well. Oh, Brent, I don't want to leave.”

“I don't want you to leave, either. I wish you could just stay, but... I know that's not possible right now. I want to plan for it, for one day. I want us to live together, I think this feels so right for us. Plan for it, even if we don't know when, ok? One day...” I kissed her deeply and felt her sigh in my mouth. I broke the kiss, offered, “plans this weekend? I can take Friday afternoon off and we can camp with you again, how's that sound?”

“Oh, yes, I'd love that. I don't know how I'll go all week without seeing you, but at least we'll have next weekend.” We kissed and hugged and Dahlia pressed her body into mine for long moments before she sighed and looked regretful as she excused herself to gather her belongings and pack up.

She collected Lily and they soon had all their things packed. Dahlia whispered to me, “I left Lily's panties on your bed... is it ok if I take Orchid's with me?”

I smiled, whispered, “of course, of course...”

We hugged in the driveway. Orchid cried as Lily got seated, the nine-year old's tears also flowing. The girls had clearly bonded strongly over the weekend, and it tore at me to see them so sad to be separated. Before noon, Dahlia had pulled away and Orchid and I sat quietly on the couch near the pool.

I held her hand, smiled at her, told her, “seems like you and Lily really had a good time this weekend. Hey, we'll see them again on Friday, don't look so down, Sweetie.”

She managed a weak smile and rested her head against me. “Ok... yeah, lot of fun...”

I put my arm around her and held her against me. My daughter's warm body felt nice and soft against mine. We were quiet long moments before Orchid said softly, “Dad... remember when I asked if you'd be honest when I had a question...?”

“Yeah, what is it Sweetie?”

“Umm... uh... well... not sure how... ugh... Ok... Dad... do you... sometimes... take... my underwear?”

I sat silent, frozen, fearful. She raised her head when I didn't respond, and I think she knew her answer from my face. I finally squeaked out, “y-y-yes.”

She rested her head back on me again, whispered. “Ok... I thought so. I noticed them missing... sometimes... and the sticky ones... a couple of times... I knew it wasn't me...”

I was speechless, so afraid that this was all about to blow up in my face.

She continued. “Lily had a pair of her mom's... last night... She laughed about it, made me smell them... told me that most guys like to smell them too, even told me that you probably smelled mine...”

My head pounded as my anxiety rose. I honestly thought I might be having a heart attack.

My daughter followed with, “I... I guess that's ok... I dunno... Lily said she smells her mom's all the time... and then when she told me that... she...”

Orchid was quiet a moment, shifted away from me and sat back, looked really confused when I could manage to look at her without feeling awful. She said, “she came on to me, Dad... I didn't know what to do...”

I barely vocalized, “uh... 'came on to' you?... uh... what...”

“She told me that I was very pretty and that she really liked me and asked me if I'd ever had sex. I told her no and she asked me if I wanted to. I told her maybe, and then she told me that she wanted to have sex with me... I had no idea how that might work, and I was so scared I couldn't answer her.”

My cock was at attention even as my body felt fear. I tried my best to keep my voice from cracking as I asked, “so... so... what happened?”

She blushed and looked away, thought a moment, finally said, “I... I let her... do stuff.”

She stopped there and I had to follow up to get her to tell me more. I wanted details so badly, but I didn't want to frighten her by how intensely I desired the information. “Did you want to?”

She frowned, thought, said, “I think so... I was pretty caught up... you know... is it... is it wrong, Dad? That I... did stuff with Lily?”

I tried to phrase my thoughts carefully. “No... no... Lily is... unique. Yes, she's nine. But she's not your typical nine-year old. She's... she's had some things in her past that made her grow up quickly. I'll tell you about it... one day... She's curious, extroverted, likes to share herself... with others... The... 'stuff' you did... I mean... if you liked it and she liked it... there's nothing wrong, ok? You shouldn't feel guity for... sharing your body with someone who wanted to share theirs with you.”

Orchid flushed and grew very rosy. Her brow sweated and she eyed the pool as if she needed to get away. Instead she relaxed and looked at me finally, said, “Ok... ya... I know, I know... I mean... I just needed to hear it... from you, that it was ok.”

“As long as you had fun and no one got hurt, it's ok. Always respect whoever you're with. Like them, want to share yourself with them. If the feelings are returned, it's fun to be with others that way.”

“You and Dahlia were certainly enjoying 'being with others' last night... Lily and I could hear you in the pool.”

I blushed and looked away, whispered, “er... sorry. We kinda got carried away...”

“S'ok, Dad. I'm ok with it... Dad... Can I ask you another question, you'll give me an honest answer?”

“Y-yes...”

She pulled herself up a bit, said, “did you share my panties with Dahlia? Lily's too? We noticed they were gone from the hamper last night and... well, Lily said that her mom liked to smell... too. Did she smell mine... and Lily's?”

My heart pounded, still racing, still fearful of what might happen, though I realized I'd already admitted to sniffing Orchid's panties myself and that had, so far, gone alright. I answered, “Uh... yeah... we... we shared your panties. And Lily's. Yes.”

“Dad... why do you like that? Why does Dahlia like that? Why does she smell her daughter? I mean... it was kinda weird when Lily smelled her mom's and liked it... weird that I like--- uh... weird that she liked it.”

I heard her slip up before she caught herself. My daughter liked sniffing Dahlia's panties! I managed to reply, “Um... you know, that's a great question. Um... I dunno... There's... there's an intense thrill... in... in smelling another person, someone you're attra--- uh... uh... someone who certain smells that are... wonderful... Orchid... you, uh, the smells there... they've... oh jeez, this is hard to explain.”

She watched me as I fumbled for an explanation. She thought a moment and said, “So... you like the way I smell?”

My face gave away my answer before I could speak. “Y-yes...”

She seemed to relax, shrugged, said, “hmm...”

I needed reassurance. “Orchid... are you mad at me? I'm so sorry if I've hurt you...”

She shook her head and smiled, said, “no, Dad... No... I'm just... I don't know what to think, really. But... thank you for being honest. I really need that... Please always be honest, ok?”

She leaned in to me and kissed my cheek, then settled her body into mine. I kissed her body, noticed she trembled a bit. Or maybe that was me. Either way, our bodies shivered together as the conversation sunk in and the perils and possibilities stayed just in front of us.

I whispered in her ear, “I'm really happy for you and Lily. She's a very sweet girl who could use a good friend in her life. If you have questions... I'll always be honest with you, Orchid.”

She squeezed me, kissed my chest through my shirt, smiled up at me. She whispered, “thanks, Dad. I know... I... I just need to think and relax a while, you know? Can we... can we just stay in today and watch movies? Snuggle on the couch?”

I grinned and felt a bit better. “Sure, Love. Sure. I'd like that. Want to get some Thai for lunch and then eat some of that frozen peanut butter yogurt?”

She nodded and hugged me again. I swear I felt her lips on my chest for several seconds, her hot breath pushing through the fabric to my skin. I don't know if it was innocent or intentional, but the bulge in my pants throbbed as I tried not to show how much I enjoyed the sensation.