Take Me, Daddy! Ch. 02

Many thanks to the anonymous commenter who kindly pointed out a few inconsistencies in "TAKE ME, DADDY". Constructive criticism such as his/hers is what makes a person get better at whatever it is he/she does in life.

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Robert Mason looked over the top of his newspaper and smiled. His daughter, Lana, had just come home from school. Lana smiled back at her daddy and blew him a kiss on her way into the kitchen.

A cute young nubile followed behind her. Roberts eyes were glued to her chest. "Nice tits'" he said to himself. "Wouldn't mind honking her horns."

A bit taller than Lana's five feet, four inch frame, she looked at him and smiled. Robert could feel his cock responding to the visual stimulus the bodies of these two teenagers presented for him.

The girl's breasts were quite a bit larger than his daughter's. Not Dolly Parton big, but large enough to be noticed. Like Lana, she was slender, with firm looking legs.

"Who's your friend?" Robert asked just before Lana entered the kitchen.

Lana stopped and turned around. "I'm sorry, Dad," she told him. "This is Marsha. She's got the same birthday as mine. She's nineteen. Just a year older than me. Ain't that cool?"

Lana's dad smiled. "I can do the math," he teased.

Lana smiled back at him and stuck out her tongue at her dad. "I thought you might need some remedial training."

"Well, hello, Marsha," Robert said, unable to stop looking at her tits.

Marsha returned his greeting and followed Lana on into the kitchen. Both girls returned to the living room a few minutes later, a soda in one hand and a backpack in the other.

"We're going to my room to study," Lana told her dad.

Robert waved them on and pretended to be reading the newspaper. He licked his lips as he watched two perfect looking asses walking down the hallway.

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Lana and Marsha dropped their backpacks on Lana's bed, sat down next to them and opened their sodas.

"Your dad was sure staring at my tits," Marsha said.

"Can you blame him?" Lana asked her friend.

Marsha pushed out her chest and caressed her breasts. "No, I guess not." She giggled. "Reckon I gave him a boner?"

"Marsha!" Lana exclaimed as she gave her friend a playful push.

"I bet I did," Marsha said. She grabbed Lana's right breast and gave it a squeeze. "I bet you've given him a few restless nights yourself."

Lana's breath momentarily caught in her throat. Despite, the slight discomfort of her friend's playful touch, it somehow stimulated her senses. She waited a second or two and then backed away from her Marsha's touch.

"We've got that anatomy test coming up this week," Lana said, her voice a little more high pitched than normal. "We need to study hard." She avoided her friend's gaze, thereby, not noticing the smoldering look in the other girl's eyes.

"Study, schmudy," Marsha said. "I already know the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone. What more do we need to know?"

"A lot," Lana replied. "A whole lot more."

The two friends read their prescribed chapters, studied their notes and queried each other about the contents of what they had just read.

"How many primary types of tissue are there in the human body?" Marsha asked Lana.

"Four."

"Name them."

Lana's brow furrowed as she tried to recall what she'd been reading. "Uh...epithelial tissue; that's one." She paused. "Damn, you always ask the tough questions."

"How else you gonna learn, Lana, dear? Go on. Name the other three."

Suddenly, as if a light bulb had been lit inside her head, Lana's eyes brightened and her lips twisted into a smile. She spit out the rest of the answer in rapid fire order. "Connective tissue. Muscle tissue. And nerve tissue!"

Marsha hugged her newfound friend. Lana could feel Marsha's breasts against hers. Again, her body started tingling. She felt herself getting wet. "How can I feel this way about another female?" she asked herself. "I'm not a lesbian. Am I?"

Marsha, noticing her friend's discomfort, rubbed her breasts even harder against Lana's. She wrapped her arms around Lana and pulled her closer. Both girls' breathing became irregular and ragged.

"You ever done it with a girl before?" Marsha whispered in Lana's ear.

Lana, too afraid to speak, lest this ever increasing euphoric feeling would disappear, simply shook her head.

Marsha leaned in and gently kissed Lana on the lips. At first, Lana didn't respond. Then, as if she were under a spell, her tongue slipped out between her lips and pressed against Marsha's. Marsha's mouth parted slightly and she quickly sucked her friend's tongue inside.

Lana flushed at the sudden warmth that surrounded her tongue. Her hands moved upward until they were full of Marsha's breasts. Her tongue retreated as Marsha's went on the offensive.

Finally, they broke for air. Marsha reached for the buttons on Lana's blouse. Lana grabbed her by the wrist, halting her friend's advances. Marsha's hand remained a mere inch from the other girl's breast as their smoky gazes locked on each other's.

"It's okay," Marsha said soothingly. "I promise to be gentle.

"My dad," Lana sighed.

"He's watching TV, Lana. He's not paying any attention to us."

"Just the same, he might hear us."

Marsha leaned in and kissed Lana on the nose. "We'll just have to be quiet. Won't we?"

Lana nodded as she loosened her grip and let her hand fall to her side. She shivered with anticipation as goose bumps spread all over her upper body.

True to her word, Marsha took her time unbuttoning Lana's blouse. She didn't bother unhooking Lana's bra, opting, instead, to shove it up and over her breasts.

Lana's panties were soaked with her juices. She lay back on the bed and welcomed her friend into her arms.

Marsha kneeled over Lana, leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth, lavishing it adoringly with her tongue. Lana pressed her fist to her mouth, muting the sound of her lustful gasp. Her other hand slipped under Marsha's shirt and under her bra.

"Ummmh," Marsha moaned into Lana's breast. "You taste good," she said as she moved her mouth to Lana's other nipple.

Lana's chest heaved upwards, meeting her friend's advances with a determined desire for more of the other girl's oral attention.

Marsha grabbed the hem of Lana's skirt. Lana lifted her hips as Marsha bunched it up around her waist. Her legs splayed wide as Marsha ran her hand up Lana's thigh towards the center of her sexual consciousness.

They both moaned softly together as Marsha's hand made contact with Lana's wet, panty clad pussy. Lana's hips contracted and her pelvis lurched forward into Marsha's grasp.

Marsha cupped her friend's quivering quim through her panties. Her hand soaked with Lana's sexual arousal, she offered it to Lana.

"Lick my hand," she said. "Taste your juices."

Lana stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked at Marsha's palm. Surprised and excited at the taste of her own fluids, Lana licked the rest of her fluids from Marsha's hand.

Marsha moved down Lana's body until her face was mere inches above Lana's puffy mound. Sensuous bolts of electricity radiated from Lana's pussy as Marsha trapped her hood covered clit between her lips.

"Ohhhh," Lana grunted. She grabbed a fistful of Marsha's hair and pulled her face even closer to her sex.

Marsha pulled the crotch of her friend's panties aside and licked at the inflamed lips that guarded the opening to her heavenly delight. Slowly, softly, tenderly; her tongue caressed Lana's outer labia, her spittle quickly disappearing in the ever increasing flow of juices.

"Marsha," Lana cooed softly, "I never imagined it could be so good. So damned good."

Marsha found Lana's clit with the tip of her tongue and sucked it between her lips. Rapidly, from side to side and up and down, she licked and strummed the little button of bundled nerves.

Lana inserted her hands between her mound and Marsha's suctioning mouth and spread her vaginal lips wide, giving her friend better access to her clit.

Spastic, blistery flames of molten desire set Lana's body on fire. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to have congregated in her clitoris. Her body jerked and spasmed with each swipe of Marsha's tongue on her clit.

For a brief moment, Marsha came up for air, spotting her backpack as she breathed in deeply. She searched inside it for something she always carried with her; her vibrator. She grunted with lust when her hand closed around it.

Long and lean, it was curved slightly at the end. Marsha pressed it against Lana's clit and turned it on. The purple wand in her hand pulsed and twisted against Lana's hot button, heightening her senses a hundred fold.

"Fuck me," Lana uttered breathlessly over and over again. "Fuck me with that thing."

Marsha pushed the vibrator into Lana's clenching cunt, curved end facing up and slowly slid it in and out between those red, inflamed lips.

Lana pulled the pillow from under her head and pressed it against her face just seconds before her body went stiff, her muffled scream of sweet, tormenting release echoing in her ears.

Marsha pulled the vibrator out of her friend's vaginal oven and lay there grinning as she watched Lana's squirming, twisting body convulse in orgasmic bliss.

Lana finally lay still, unable to move. A house fire wouldn't have been enough to make her over stimulated body get up and run.

After what seemed like forever, Lana removed the pillow from her face and spoke, her breath still ragged and worn. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "What in the fuck was that?"

Marsha laughed softly. "That was what they call the 'Big O'," she said as she kissed Lana's pussy.

"Thanks," Lana said. "I owe you one. And just as soon as I raise myself from the dead, I'll pay you back. In spades."

"Take your time," Marsha said. "We've got all night."

Marsha trailed the well lubricated still buzzing vibrator down between Lana's butt cheeks and nudged it against her rectal opening.

Lana jerked herself away from Marsha's toy. Her feeling of euphoria had suddenly vanished. "What are you doing?" she asked in a loud voice.

"Just trying to increase your pleasure, Lana. That's all."

"You ain't sticking that thing in my ass," Lana replied a bit louder.

"You shit turds bigger than this," Marsha cajoled.

"I don't care! Nothing bigger than my finger goes back there!"

"You mean you ain't never had someone fuck you in your back door?"

"No, and I ain't gonna, neither."

Marsha nudged Lana's asshole again. "You don't know what you're missing."

"I don't wanna know, neither. Get that thing away from me. Now!"

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Robert folded his newspaper and set it on the end table, perturbed that the girls were making so much noise. The closed door muffled their voices, making it almost impossible to understand what they were saying. "Sounds like they're arguing about something," he muttered.

He stood and stretched, then walked down the hallway to Lana's room. "Get that thing away from me. Now!" he heard Lana scream as he twisted the knob and opened the door. He was not prepared for what he saw in front of him.

Lana sat cross-legged with her back against the headboard with her blouse open and her bra pushed up over her breasts. Her skirt was bunched up at her waist. Marsha lay on her stomach in front of his daughter, holding a long, slender, purple vibrator in her right hand.

"What in the hell's going on in here?" he demanded. "I thought you were supposed to be studying."

Marsha looked at Lana's dad and immediately sat up and dangled her legs over the bed, the vibrator still in her hand. She switched it off and dropped it behind her. Guilt and embarrassment spread quickly over her reddening face.

"We were, Mr. Morgan. We finished a while ago."

"A long while ago, looks like to me."

Robert Morgan turned his gaze upon his daughter, his cock responding to the visual stimulus in front of him. "And what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

Lana sat nearly immobile, unable, or unwilling, to speak.

"Tell me!" he demanded impatiently.

Tears flowed slowly down her cheeks as she told him, "She wants to put that damned thing in my ass and I don't want her to."

Lana's dad stood by the bed, silently pondering his next response. Finally, he spoke. "And what's wrong with that?" he asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Lana cried. "What's wrong? It's nasty and vulgar. That's what's wrong."

"You didn't think it was nasty when I had my finger up your ass the other day."

Lana sniffled and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. "Daddy!" she shrieked.

Marsha looked at Lana and then her dad and back at Lana, shock written all over her face. "Damn!" she muttered.

Now it was Robert's turn to be embarrassed. "I thought she already knew," he said. He pointed at Lana, acknowledging her near naked body. "I mean...after seeing you two like this."

Marsha looked up at Lana's dad, put her hand on his wrist. "That's okay, Mr. Morgan. Really. I wish my dad would fuck me."

Robert sat down on the bed between the two girls. He pulled Lana up against him and put an arm around each of them. "It's not so bad," he cajoled. "Your mother loves to have things stuck up her butt."

"Yeah, I know," Lana said. "I once caught Mr. Lathrop fucking her in the ass." She frowned. "It was nasty."

"You won't know what you're missing until you try it," he told her.

Lana smiled wanly. "That's what she said."

Robert caressed Lana's shoulder lightly. "Will you try it just once? For me?"

Lana closed her eyes and nestled her head into her father's shoulder. She sighed heavily, then looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. "Okay," she told him. "But under one condition."

"Name it," he said.

"We try it on you first."

Lana's dad and Marsha gasped simultaneously. "Whoa!" he exclaimed.

"Whatsamatter, Dad?" Lana mocked. "It's okay for me to take it up my poot chute, but not for you?"

Marsha placed her hand on his throbbing cock and gave it a slight squeeze. "Yeah, Mr. Morgan. You afraid we might think it might make you gay or something?"

Robert Morgan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's not that. It's just..." He let his words hang in the air.

Lana turned and thrust her bare breasts against his arm. "Just what, Dad?" she asked accusingly.

Lana's dad hugged both girls and pulled them even closer to him. "Okay," he said haltingly. "But you have to go slow. I ain't never had anything stuck up my ass any bigger than the doctor's middle finger."

Both girls giggled. "And did he make you feel good?" Lana teased.

Robert let out a quiet titter. "It felt damned good," he said. "And, for the record, it was a she; not a he."

"No wonder you liked it so much," Lana said.

Marsha lightly rubbed the bulge in Mr. Morgan's pants as she nibbled on his earlobe. "Lana," she said. "I think your daddy likes your idea. His cock feels even harder than before."

Lana smiled and undid the button on her father's pants and quickly pulled his zipper down. He raised his hips and together, Lana and her friend pulled them down to his feet. He kicked off his shoes as they pulled his pants the rest of the way off him. Seconds later, he was naked between his daughter and her friend.

Robert watched, his mouth agape, as the girls hurriedly undressed themselves. He marveled at how much larger Marsha's breasts were than Lana's. Not that he minded. In just minutes he'd become the center filling of a naked sandwich.

Robert Morgan caressed Marsha's breasts. He held them in his hand as though he were trying to guess their weight.

Marsha leaned in and rubbed a nipple across his lips, but before he could open his mouth to suck it inside, she pushed him back onto the bed. He scooted up until his head was resting comfortably on his pillow. She then crawled up beside him and dangled her tits in his face.

Robert Morgan grabbed Marsha by the shoulders and pulled her down to him. He surrounded the medium sized nipple with his lips and licked hungrily at its rubbery tip.

"Oh, Mr. Morgan," Marsha sighed. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel."

Robert pulled his mouth away from Marsha's savory breast long enough to tell her, "Robert. It's Robert. Or Bob. Mister makes me feel like I'm your dad."

Marsha groaned loudly as he moved over to tend to her other nipple. "I wish my dad was here to do me also."

As soon as her father had begun sucking on her new friend's breast, Lana moved in behind her and wrapped one hand around the base of his pulsing shaft and cradled his nut sack in the other. She watched his pre cum spread slightly as she blew softly at his piss hole.

Lana replaced the hand on her dad's balls with her mouth, engulfing one and then the other in her oral cavity.

She then licked the underside of his bone hard cock from bottom to top and kissed her way down the side. She made this trip several times before stopping to wrap her lips around the crown.

Lana's tongue swirled one way and then the other around the head. Her dad pushed his pelvis up into her mouth and held it at the entrance to her throat. She gripped his cock tightly and backed away until, once again, only the head of his massive tool remained trapped inside her mouth.

She loosened her grip and slid her fist slowly up and down his shaft, occasionally dipping her head and letting his cock push against the opening to her throat.

Marsha reluctantly pulled herself away from Robert's suctioning mouth, turned around and lowered her hairless crotch into his face. She gripped Lana by her thighs and buried his face in her pussy.

Her body jerked with the sudden onslaught of Robert's tongue. He pushed his long nose deep inside her cunt and laid claim to Marsha's clitoris in much the same way he'd sucked on her nipples.

Robert's tongue traveled back and forth, up and down and around her clit, sucking it much like a baby would suck at its momma's tit.

The near overpowering, lustful sensations began at her cunt, traveling at light speed through her body, and transferred to Lana's trembling sex by way of Marsha's tongue. The three of them had become one. That three in one entity had only one purpose in mind; orgasm.

Overcome with the powerful bursts of electrical energy surging throughout her body, Lana, having temporarily forgotten about the vibrator, tried to bury her head into the bedding. She blinked several times, trying to focus her eyes on that long, cylindrical purple object in front of her. It was the vibrator. And, suddenly, she remembered her dad's promise.

Lana grasped the mechanical woman pleaser, raised her hips away from Marsha's stimulating tongue and mouth and inserted it into her vagina. Marsha was quick to catch on. She replaced Lana's hand with her own and switched the vibrator on. Like a slow moving piston, she repeatedly pumped that little magic wand in and out of her clutching, vice like love box. Just as Lana was beginning to respond to the thrusting of the vibrator, Marsha pulled it out.

Lana groaned, at first not understanding why Marsha had taken that beautiful toy away from her. Then she remembered her reason for inserting it into her sexual cavity.

With a reaching, clutching hand, Lana laid hold on the mechanical penis. Once again, she began sucking and licking on her father's cock. With one hand, she lifted his nut sack and gently pressed the rounded, curved end of the vibrator against his back-hole.

Robert tensed when the metal cock first made contact with his asshole. But with the combined sinful, incestual sensations of his daughter sucking his cock and the equally immoral act he was performing on Marsha's pussy, he didn't have time to worry about it. He just accepted his fate and waited. With a bit of anticipation and a lot of nervousness, he waited for the insertion.