Just My Mouth, Daddy Ch. 02bytwistedjoe37©
** All characters are over 18 **
"How's dinner, angel?" I asked my daughter over our filet mignon.
"It's really good." She said with a grin, and then added, "I wish I could have some wine with it though."
"I don't think I could talk the waiter into bringing it. I don't think you'd pass for twenty one yet."
Sasha pouted for a second, and then shrugged and sipped her diet coke. A few seconds later she grinned mischievously at me and sank down in her seat. A moment after I felt her bare foot on my inner thigh.
"You know, Daddy," she said quietly, "This isn't the best thing I've had in my mouth tonight."
I nearly spit up my merlot. "Sasha! Restaurant? Public place? Any of this sound familiar?"
She shrugged and sat up.
Images of my daughter's perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock floated through my head. She'd been so good with her mouth, so eager to commit incest with her own father. I hadn't fucked her, but she'd ground her teenaged pussy on my cock, and I'd licked her clit until she came, screaming, against my tongue. Then she'd returned the favor, swallowing load after load of cum as I shot onto the back of her throat. It was the most intense sexual experience I'd ever had.
But now the guilt was near equally intense. It wasn't just having my daughter suck me off. I'm pretty open sexually, and I've done some crazy shit in my day. However, in addition to being my first incestuous experience, it was also the first time I'd ever cheated on my wife. I'd been married to her eighteen years without a single indiscretion, and I really did love her. I simply could not imagine her reaction if she found out about what our little girl and I had been doing while she was off visiting family in Russia.
"What are you thinking about?" Sasha asked.
"Your Mom, mostly."
Sasha toyed with her steak, and took a small bite, chewing quietly. The meat was extremely well prepared, nearly melting in the mouth. Mine was already finished off.
"Are you going to tell her?" She asked.
"No. How could I?"
"I don't know. She'd freak, wouldn't she?"
"I think so. She and I have done some pretty wild stuff, but this is a little beyond the pale."
Sasha immediately perked back up. "Really? What kind of wild stuff?"
"Nothing you'd probably want to hear about."
"I totally want to hear. Do you tie her up or anything?"
"Hot. Have you ever had a threesome? Oh my God, you totally have, haven't you? Who was it with? Do I know her?"
"This isn't really the place to talk about it."
"Does she let you fuck her in the ass?"
Which of course is exactly when our waiter decided to step up to the table. He stood there stunned for a second before saying, "Oh, uh... can I get you anything else?"
"Just the check, please. My daughter isn't fit for public places, apparently."
I winked at her as the waiter got the check for us. Sasha grabbed my wine glass, downed it before I could say anything, and grinned again. "Well good. There's some place else I'd rather be, anyway."
As soon as we were back at the hotel room, Sasha had her hands on my belt buckle.
"I can't wait to have you in my mouth again, Daddy. I need your cum in me again."
"Oh yeah? Are you going to be a good girl and suck Daddy's cock?"
Sasha stopped what she was doing and looked right at me, lust sparkling in her eyes.
"I want you to talk to me just like that when we're doing this kind of stuff. I want you to call me a good girl, just like you used to, and tell me you love me. All while you're doing dirty things to me, Daddy. Call me your angel while you let me suck your cock like a whore."
My mouth opened, but I couldn't get any sound to come out. Sasha went back to work on my pants. As she pulled them and my underwear down in one motion, my rigid shaft jumped up and slapped her in the chin.
Sasha took me all the way into her mouth right then. She locked her lips around my dick and I felt her tongue working the underside as she seemed to savor the texture and feel of my cock in her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down slowly, moaning out her enjoyment the same as I did mine. This continued for some minutes. Her sucking me in slow motion as I did my best to stay standing.
Then she let go of my cock and stood up, pulling her short summer dress up and over her head. All she wore beneath was a lacy purple bra with matching panties.
"Take those clothes off Daddy." I did as she asked, and she stripped naked in slow motion. "Lay on the bed."
I again did as she commanded, and she straddled my shins, her hand going to her shaved pussy. Her fingers working her soaked clit in slow circles.
"Am I your good girl, Daddy?"
"Oh yeah, baby." I said, taking my cock in my hand and stroking it for her, matching her pace. "You're Daddy's little angel."
"And do you love your angel?"
"I love you more than anything in the world." I said, honestly.
Sasha knelt down and took me into her mouth again.
"Yes, angel. You're making Daddy feel so good."
Sasha picked up her pace, her lips and tongue making me twist and turn on the bed in pure ecstasy.
"Turn around so I can lick you, baby." I said. Sasha did, and we locked up in a sixty-nine, my tongue playing on her clit as her head bobbed up and down on my cock.
We stayed like that for several minutes. Until finally my daughter started to gasp and moan, grinding her tiny snatch back into my face. I licked and sucked at her clit for all I was worth.
"Oh God, Daddy! Daddy! I'm cumming!"
I couldn't say anything back, but my fingers dug into her ass and my tongue flicked furiously over her clit. At the same time, I felt my gut begin to churn, and knew that I was going to cum as well. Sasha seemed to sense it, speeding up and adding a hand to what she was doing.
Her orgasm hit seconds before mine and she screamed around my cock as she pushed her pussy to my mouth. Just then my dick began to twitch and shoot, pumping a river of sperm into her mouth. She moaned loudly as my spunk coated her tongue, both our bodies shaking from the intensity of our climaxes.
All the time I just fired shot after shot. My daughter seemed to have some kind of doubling effect on the volume of my cum.
Sasha finished swallowing and turned around to lay in my arms.
"God, Daddy. God, Daddy."
"I know, baby."
"That was amazing."
"For me too."
"I wish you could fuck me. I want to fuck you so bad."
"I want you too, angel. This is better though, we can't get you pregnant. And... that might be too far, you know? You're my daughter, I don't want to hurt you."
"Well you haven't so far. Just the opposite."
"Good. That's good, baby."
Sasha sat up and looked down on me. "Are you one of those guys who falls asleep after he cums?"
"Not really. Depends I guess. On if there is anything else to do."
"Yep. You need to come down to the hot tub with me. Then we need to take a shower together. Then you need to make me cum again."
I laughed. I couldn't help myself.
"Just... the energy of a teenager that's all."
"Can't keep up?"
"I didn't say that. Get your suit."
"Your daughter is very pretty." Ronda told me, her overly generous tits bobbing in the water. Sasha splashed in the heated pool with Ronda's daughter, Jessica, an auburn haired beauty maybe a year older than her. Ronda and Jessica were from Arkansas, and here visiting family. Despite the warm evening air they were the only two people enjoying the pool besides Sasha and I.
As I watched Jessica whispering and giggling conspiratorially with Sasha, I wondered how this cow of a woman in the hot tub with me could possibly have given birth to someone who grew into such a sexy young woman.
"So you look like you spend some time in the gym." She said to me, her southern accent the only attractive thing about her.
"Uh... yeah, I try to. If I don't my back tends to go out on me. It's bothered me since I was in college."
"I bet you hurt it playing football or something like that."
"Well, yeah I did. Football."
"I love an athletic man. It's too bad you're married."
"My wife seems to be glad I am."
With that, Ronda hauled her bulk out of the water and grabbed a towel. Now don't get me wrong, I find a lot of women attractive and I expect and enjoy a little extra cushion on a woman over forty, but Ronda was just unhealthy. Her skin was loose and flabby, and her teeth were bad. The circles under her eyes suggested some kind of addiction. Not to mention she was standing right in front of two flat tummied, firm breasted teenaged girls. It didn't put her in a favorable light.
"Still," She said, "your wife is a long way away."
"Mama!" Jessica said from the pool, "Stop flirting with that man, he's married!"
"You hush!" Ronda said with a laugh, and then turned back to me. "Well, its time for old gals like myself to head back to their rooms. The girls seem like they're having fun, why don't we let them continue? I might have some vodka and juice in my room if you're interested."
"Oh no," I said, "I've been on the wagon now for almost a year. One day at a time." I was lying my ass off. I'd never had a drinking problem in my life.
"I see. Well, if you decide to take a little step off the wagon you know where I am."
"Thanks, Ronda. Have a good night."
Ronda wrapped herself in a towel and wandered off to her vodka and juice, leaving me blissfully alone with two beautiful, bikini clad girls. I thought it was strange that Ronda didn't say anything to her daughter before leaving, but I wasn't about to call her back to ask about it.
Sasha and Jessica were playing and laughing in the water, and they looked so sexy I just couldn't help but to give my cock a few squeezes through the leg of my trunks.
Jessica was a real knockout. She was a little more slender than Sasha, and a little lighter in the chest and ass, but she still looked very feminine. Her eyes were a light brown, and her cheekbones and jaw line were very well defined.
Her best feature though had to be the most perfect, bee stung lips I'd ever seen. They seemed to be permanently moistened, and were capable of both cute little pouts and light up the world smiles. Every time I looked at her face I wondered what those lips would feel like around my cock.
What was wrong with me? Eighteen years of happy marriage without indiscretion, and suddenly I was getting blowjobs from my own teenaged daughter, and was having a fantasy about getting the same from a girl I'd just met, who was barely any older.
None of these thoughts stopped me from rubbing my cock while I watched the girls.
It wasn't that I hadn't had sex with anyone other than my wife in eighteen years. Sasha's mother was a very sexual woman, and over that time she'd had a couple of close female friends that we'd shared together. I'd enjoyed the other women's mouths and pussies just as much as she had.
"Daddy," Sasha called, breaking my pleasant train of thought, "come in the water with us!"
I hesitated a little as I thought of getting out of the water with my cock raging inside my shorts, but then I decided that a little football speed and the dark of the night would be my allies. I burst out of the water with a quickness, ran to the pool, and cannonballed right over the girl's heads while they screamed and took cover. When I came up they were laughing with soaked hair and faces.
Sasha jumped on me and tried to dunk me but succeeded only in climbing onto my shoulders.
"You shit!" She said, "I didn't want to get my hair wet!" I put my hands under her ass and threw her into the air, sending her splashing into the pool a short distance away.
"Wow!" Jessica said, "you ARE strong, you threw her like ten feet!" Jessica slid through the water and laid her hand on my chest. "Will you throw me like that, Mister Mylan? That looked like a lot of fun."
I couldn't resist the opportunity any more that her sweet little drawl. I lifted Jessica by her waist, got both my hands under her tight little ass, and launched her screaming a few feet away from Sasha.
I spent the next hour or so happily wrestling and splashing with those two beautiful girls, treating myself to plenty of contact with their nearly naked bodies, but eventually I decided to conserve some of my strength for whatever my tireless baby girl wanted to do that night, and retreated to the hot tub. The girls went back to their whispering and laughing. After twenty minutes or so they came and joined me.
Sasha came over and sat on my lap, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Daddy," she said, "we have something we want you to do for us."
I nearly choked. "What would that be, angel?"
"Get us drunk!" Jessica blurted out. Both she and Sasha started laughing.
"Um... I don't know, Jessica. Your mom might not appreciate that very much. Won't she worry?"
"Not really. Mama's a bit of a lush. She likes to have three or four of those vodka drinks she makes and pass out. She'll be snoring like a horse until nine tomorrow morning." Jessica slid over to my side. "We have all night if you don't mind spending it with a couple of teenagers and some booze."
"Please Daddy? Haven't I been good?" Sasha's eyes were glowing, her lips curled in a knowing smile. I was stuck and she knew it. Not that I really objected to the idea.
There was a liquor store across the street from the motel. This was sounding better and better.
"Okay, you talked me into it." I said. "One rule though, and that's you only drink as much as I say you can. The first couple will be free, but after that I'm going to want to make sure you're not going to get sick on me."
"Deal!" Sasha said. "We'll pass whatever tests you give us, won't we Jess?"
"Damn right. Can I shower off in your room, though? I don't want to wake Mama."
I came back from the liquor store with some good tequila and margarita mix, only to find Jessica sitting on the bed my daughter and I had performed oral sex on just a couple of hours before. She was wrapped in a bath towel, apparently naked underneath. The towel barely came a third of the way down her deliciously tanned thighs.
"Hi, Mister Mylan. Sasha's in the shower still. What did you get us?"
"Some stuff for margaritas. Did you, ah, want to borrow a shirt or something?"
"No, I'm fine. I'll put my bathing suit back on once it dries a little." Jessica turned a page on one of the issues of Cosmo Sasha had brought with her on the trip. "If that's okay." She added.
"More than okay." I said. I took out the mix, booze and plastic cups that I'd bought. "I'm going to get some ice."
I went to the ice machine and filled the small plastic bucket the motel had provided in the room. I had to shake my head to clear it. Jessica was something beyond the normal definition of "hot." But I was still married and my only other lover was my daughter. That development had been wonderful, but the last thing I wanted to do was gawk at her new friend and end up making her jealous. It began to dawn on me that if you're going to let your daughter drink your cum, you'd better work hard to keep her happy. Because if that relationship blows up its going to blow up in a big way. I really had no desire to end up as an Internet news sensation just before spending the next few years in jail for incest.
I had a feeling that Jessica wasn't going to make the evening easy on me though.
I got back just as Sasha came out of the shower. She smiled at me, looked over to Jessica and what she was wearing, shrugged and stayed wrapped in her own towel. She sat on the bed next to her new friend and started going over the magazine with her. From the laughing and pointing that soon ensued, I assumed they were reading about the "99 sex moves your man can't live without" advertised on the cover.
I started working on the drinks as the girls continued to laugh and read. I heard Jessica whisper something to Sasha, but couldn't make it out.
"Ask him, not me." Sasha said.
"I can't do that, he barely knows me!"
"Okay, fine, I'll ask him. I guess every daughter should know what kind of blowjob her Daddy likes."
I turned just in time to see Jessica's jaw just about hit the floor, right before she nearly rolled off the bed laughing. When she turned over to her side I got a shaded view of her neatly trimmed pussy.
I tore my eyes away as soon as I realized what I was looking at, but with a guilty look at Sasha I knew I was busted. She'd caught me.
Sasha winked at me and grinned.
"Daddy, in your male opinion, is technique or enthusiasm more important in oral sex?"
"I think a lot of both is what makes it great. If I had to pick one I'd pick enthusiasm I suppose. Here's your drinks, girls. Here's to my committing a crime by providing alcohol to teenagers."
The girls cheered and sipped cautiously at their drinks, and then after Jessica pronounced them "yummy" they downed them with vigor, demanding another round before I could even sit down.
"Does a girl have to swallow to be enthusiastic?" Jessica asked.
"It probably helps, yeah."
"Why?" Sasha asked, "Don't you like to swallow?"
Jessica shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "No. My last boyfriend liked to smoke a lot, and I think maybe it made his stuff taste nasty."
"Oh no! I love to swallow for my d -- uh, my boyfriend. I love the taste."
"Does he smoke?"
"That's probably it. I only went down on the one guy before."
"What do you do when he cums?" Sasha continued.
"No, I'm embarrassed! Let's have another drink and I'll tell you. Maybe."
I provided the drinks, and the girls drank them more slowly this time. The conversation wandered here and there as we all got to know each other, but I suppose with them just wrapped in towels it was inevitable it would turn back to sex sooner rather than later.
"So, what do you do when he cums?" Sasha pried again.
"I... um... I just let him blow it all over my face. It used to turn him on a lot and make it so he wasn't mad that I wouldn't swallow for him."
Jessica looked down and turned a deep shade of scarlet after her admission, and Sasha and I shared a long look.
"That's really hot." Sasha said, finally. I instantly got an image of my little girl pulling her mouth off my shaft as it pumped load after load onto her perfect face. The image stiffened my cock immediately and sent a shiver down my body.
Jessica handed me her empty glass. "Another one, Mister Mylan?" She asked.
"Not yet." I said. "First, I'm going to shower off. After that it's time for your first sobriety check. And call me Greg, would you?"
"Huh uh." Sasha cut in, "It's way hotter if she calls you 'Mister Mylan.'" Both girls laughed loudly and scooted in closer together. I took my raging hard on into the shower.
I rinsed off in the shower, trying to figure out what was going on. Did Sasha want me to do something with Jessica? Did Jessica? It wasn't like I could have a threesome with the girls, with one of them being my daughter and the other knowing it. The signals were obvious, but the situation was crazy.
I came out of the bathroom to find the girls laughing over drinks. We were all in towels now. I hadn't brought fresh clothes into the bathroom with me.
"Now what we have here is a rules violation." I said. "You were supposed to take a test first."
"But Daddy, we were thirsty."
"Nice towel, sir." Jessica said. Sasha slapped her on the thigh.
"Hey watch it, lady. That's my Dad you're talking about."
"A very sexy Dad." Jessica answered.
"Don't get used to the towel," I said, "it's just till I get some clothes from my bag."
"No!" Sasha said, "We need more drinks, you have to give us your test first."
"Oh, you two lightweights probably couldn't even pass them. "