Heartbreakers Ch. 05

"Well, which one, Mr. Tom?"

"Uh, the pink one." Tom said.

As he watched, Amy slipped the panties under her feet and slid them up her slender legs. She tugged at the edges until the panties were nice and snug around her, before she stepped up in front of the couch and pulled her skirt up. She did a complete turn in showing off the underwear to him.

Amy looked at her peers. "What do you guys think?"

Heather gave her a thumbs-up, while Rochelle did the opposite.

"What do you think, Mr. Tom?" Amy asked him.

Tom had been in a hurry to get to bed, but not anymore. If Amy was willing to try on panties in front of him, he was not about to vacate the couch anytime soon.

"I think they look great on you." He said.

"No." Rochelle shook her head. "Try another color."

As Amy went back to sort through the pile, Rochelle decided to take a seat right next to Tom. Her arm and thigh were pressing against his. Even worse, she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

"Watch out, dad, I think she's drunk." Heather warned.

"I'm not drunk, I'm happy." Rochelle replied. "But I am a little uncomfortable."

With that, she lifted Tom's arm and settled it around her shoulders, after which she nuzzled up against him again.

"That's better." She said.

Amy came back with panties in both hands. One pair was white with red stripes, while the other was black and looked to be a thong. "Which one, Mr. Tom?"

"Do you want my honest opinion? The white pair you left on the lamp stand."

"Okay." Amy went back to the pile.

That's when it hit Tom, that those were all Heather's panties. The image of his daughter in a thin black thong popped into his head. Before it was stamped into his brain forever, he quickly pushed it away.

Tom watched Amy, as she shucked off the pink pair, and replaced it with the white pair. These were of soft cotton, and they were his favorite style. At least, they were his favorite style when his wife was wearing them.

Again, Amy strode up in front of him and raised her skirt to show them off. This time, Tom had the added thrill of watching her tug the back of the panties between her butt-cheeks. His cock had already been hard, but now it was throbbing to be let loose. Tom took a long breath to steady himself.

His cock didn't care that he'd been faithful for going on twenty years now, nor did it care that the petite blonde had her hair in pigtails and looked like she belonged on a playground. His cock saw something it wanted and it was ready to get in there!

"I think you're happy, too." Rochelle teased him, by speaking directly into his ear.

Although Tom was reluctant to tear his eyes away from Amy, he looked over at the black girl sitting beside him. Her voice had been sultry and sensuous to his ear, and her eyes were only a couple of inches away from his. Her lips were thick and sexy, and her mouth was half open as if she was about to kiss him. She was still in high school, Tom's brain said, although the rest of his body said: So what!

Rochelle's hand traveled across his thigh and ended up right over his covered and rigid member. Tom's immediate reaction was a hope that Heather hadn't realized what Rochelle had done, but when his eyes met his daughter's, he knew he was busted.

Instead of incriminating him, Heather simply said, "I told you she was drunk."

Rochelle smiled. "Do you think I'm drunk, Mr. Tom?"

She brought her head in closer, to where Tom caught the sweet scent of her body and her hair. He was this close to putting his lips on hers.

"Rochelle, you need to stop." Amy chastised her. "Mr. Tom has to tell me if he likes these panties or not."

Much to Tom's dismay, Rochelle pulled back. Not by a lot, mind you, but just enough to break the spell he was falling under. Amy came right up to him, her legs brushing against his. She was still holding her skirt up to show off her lower half.

"What do you think, Mr. Tom?"

"I think you look great in those." He honestly admitted.

"Do you think I'd look just as great if I took them off in front of you?"

It was all too much for him, Tom thought. He was on some sort of erotic rollercoaster. This was one ride he did not want to get off from, even if his lackluster marriage was at stake. You've never done this before, Tom thought to himself, and you may never, ever get the chance to do it again. He looked around the room, thankful that Heather was nowhere to be seen now. Fervently, the man hoped his daughter had gone into her bedroom and would stay there for a while. A very long while!

"Mr. Tom?" Amy focused his attention on her.

"I guess you'd have to take them off..." Tom sucked in a ragged breath. "So I can make a good comparison."

"Okay, but you'll have to help me." Amy answered. "Go ahead and pull off my panties."

Tom merely had to stretch an arm out to reach Amy. His fingers curled around that enticing elastic band. He tugged it down, revealing perhaps an inch or two of forbidden flesh. This was going to take some time, Tom realized, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. Rochelle, he noticed, was still rubbing the front of his shorts, but he didn't want that to stop either.

Two hot teenagers, he thought. Two hot teenagers and they were hot for him!

Tom reached over to the opposite side of Amy's waist. He tugged at the panties again. Even more of her creamy flesh was exposed. He pulled at the middle, then at one end, then at the other. Each time he did this, his cock threatened to burst.

Amy was staring at him, her face flushed and her breaths making short, steady exits. He could only wonder at how much he was turning her on. She purred, as Tom drew the panties down, catching a glimpse of a glorious blonde landing strip. And boy, he was ready to make a landing in there!

Amy shrugged to one side, slowly, gently, and gave Tom her back. The top of her butt-crack was visible. All it would take was one steady tug to bring her panties down far enough to expose her entire ass.

Tom reached out for her. The back of his hand grazed her soft cheeks as his needy fingers tightened around that seductive waistband. Down went the panties, and revealed to his eyes was the tight, warm flesh of one of the most perfect rumps he had ever seen. He pulled on both sides, until those precious white panties were wound up at the top of Amy's angelic thighs.

Tom was an awed explorer. He half-expected the beautiful vision to vanish before his eyes like some desert mirage, as his fingers gently pressed against one of those sweet slopes. He trembled inside when he found the flesh to be real. His entire hand slid up and down to encompass that perfect globe, before sliding over to do the same on its twin.

Apparently, Rochelle had enough of the foreplay, as her hand went on an exploration of its own. The hand crawled under Tom's shorts and under his boxers, before it found and encircled his ready cock. She squeezed it. His cock replied to her motion by quivering in her soft grip.

Rochelle brought her mouth up close to his ear again. "Mr. Tom, if you could choose one of us to suck your dick, who would it be?"

Oh, what a question, Tom thought. He took a deep breath, wishing Heather would under no circumstances return to the living room, as he considered his two extremely erotic options. To his side, he had Rochelle, who was dark and exotic, and whose lips he was already craving. In front of him, he had Amy, whose ass was already in his hand, and whom he had rated as slightly higher on the beauty scale earlier.

"Amy." Tom whispered.

"You'd better have picked me." Amy said, as she finished removing her panties.

She did a model's turn, while holding her skirt up.

"Look, I'm naked!" Amy declared, before she turned to Tom. "Let's get you naked, too!"

Tom raised his hips from the couch, sorry to see that Rochelle had let go of his cock, but eagerly anticipating the mouth that would soon replace that hand. His shorts and boxers were tossed aside as if they were on fire. When Rochelle started pulling on his shirt, he took that off as well.

Amy was hopping up and down on her toes. The moment the little blonde got the chance, she dropped down on her knees and crawled in between his legs. As Tom watched, she pulled his shaft up and toward his middle, while her mouth went after his balls. Amy's soft lips and tongue caressed him, fondled him, before they lashed out to his thighs. He found himself squirming and moaning at her remarkable efforts. Then Amy slid her tongue along the shaft, from the balls up to the tip, one, then two times, as if she were licking a long lollipop.

Tom was ready for her mouth, ready to watch those pigtails bounce up and down as Amy went to work on his cock. She was so close, so close, as she set her tongue against the tip of his cock, and kept it from lolling back toward her. Abruptly, the intrepid blonde backed off and got to her feet, leaving him in more want than he'd ever felt in his life.

Rochelle left the couch right after. Once she was upright, she turned around and said, "So, if you could choose only one of us to fuck tonight, who would it be?"

At this point, Tom didn't care. He was craving that blowjob and it had been stolen away from him! He was aroused enough that he would have planted himself into either one of the girls by then!

Before the man could even answer, he saw Heather stepping back into the room. His first thought was that his daughter would see him completely naked, but when Tom looked into her face, he saw things there that he had never expected to see. Heather's face was even more flushed than Amy's. She was not looking at him in a way that a daughter should be looking at her father.

"Here's the deal." Heather said. "If you want one of them, you have to go through me first. And I mean you have to convince me that you really, really want them, or else it isn't going to happen."

"What?" Tom asked, disbelieving his own ears.

Heather stepped around the couch and was coming toward him. Still wearing her revealing white blouse and denim shorts, the curvy girl began to straddle her father's thighs. She was being careful not to mash his fully erect and still deliriously wanting member.

"Heather, what are you doing?" He asked.

"If you're going to fuck anybody tonight, it's going to be me and only me, and we're going to do it all night long."

The stunned father shuddered, as Heather moved toward him on her knees and brought those massive globes of her breasts closer to his face. He'd been able to avoid them earlier, barely. As he leaned his head back to try and escape them now, Heather pressed them closer.

She pulled at the neckline of her blouse, enough that both of her breasts came free. It was the bare swells that were soon grazing along the sides of his face. To further weaken her father, Heather pressed her breasts together, crowding his vision with flesh and directing one hardened, puffy nipple right at his mouth.

Heather's breasts were huge, Tom thought, and much larger than his wife's had ever been. When that nipple glanced over his lips, when it poked into his mouth, anything that he might have said or felt, anything and everything against the idea of fooling around with his own daughter dissipated into this new heat that had arrived with her. You simply cannot shove your big tits into the face of a man who loves exactly that, and expect to come away clean!

Tom opened his mouth wide, sucking in as much of that supple flesh as he could. He started licking and nibbling along the nipple and the soft ring of bumps that surrounded it. His hands were as enthusiastic as his mouth, as they groped and mashed, and lifted and squeezed. It was a tussle at first, but it quickly matured into a battle and then into a war, as his mouth and tongue did all they could to tame those beauties.

He was delirious with his daughter's gifts, so much that it took several minutes before he even registered what she'd said. She was expecting more than just a tongue lashing on her two forward assets, much more. After having been teased by her two accomplices, Tom was finding himself hard pressed not to give it to her.

And there was much, much more of her to play with. His probing hands found her waist, thick and pleasing, before they skimmed onto the vast stretch of denim. His fingers perched on two great, round curves, grabbing at them without mercy, even as his hard cock demanded that a harsh introduction be made between them.

Prodded by a sudden surge of inner fire, Tom shoved his daughter to one side and onto the couch. He made to move on top of her, only to be pushed back with the result that both of them rolled onto the floor. He ended up on his back, while she mounted his waist.

Heather was breathing as raggedly as he was, Tom noticed. His daughter looked just as ready to devour him as he wanted to do to her. She yanked at her blouse hard enough that he heard it tear, right before she tilted her juicy frame forward and attempted to smother him with her breasts again.

Tom was enamored with them, and pacified by them. He suckled them and he swallowed portions of them. His hands made as if to capture the rest, but there was always more flesh that escaped his grasp, more flesh that he could not dominate.

He thought of Heather's ass, lifted high in the air as it was. His hands were ready to run their course all over that ass, except for the small matter of her shorts that were barring his way. His fingers jerked at the strong denim, jolting Heather's attention to her shorts. This prompted her to stand and get them quickly out of the way.

Heather stared down at her naked father, as Tom stared up at his naked daughter. Their eyes scanned each other's bodies. There was no hesitation, no guilt in either of them. There was only lust, mountains and mountains of it.

His shapely daughter lowered herself onto one knee, as her hand reached down and wrapped itself around Tom's cock. Heather stroked it softly, once, before she gripped it tight and pointed it at her expectant flower.

Tremors threatened to overtake her, once Heather's body swallowed up her father's entire length. She stayed still for several moments, letting the sensations sweep through her, even as her ecstatic father gripped her meaty thighs.

Tom's cock reported that it had found a friendly and snug place inside of his daughter, and that this little cave was a warm and wet and inviting place to visit.

"Oh, daddy!" Heather cried out, as she made the first of her movements while he was embedded within her. "Oh, you feel so good, daddy!"

Heather was rewarded by her father's groans. This prompted her to attempt to subdue that thing that had invaded the sweet, inner sanctum between her legs. With growing zeal, she bucked and writhed, leaning back at first and gripping Tom's legs, then leaning forward when her breasts decided that they wanted his attention again.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Her words gushed out in a hot torrent, cascading down like little blessings onto her new lover's face.

Her body tumbled down into the abyss of pleasure first. This left Heather shaking and shrieking. The worst of it for Tom was that her breasts soon stopped bouncing about. He pushed his daughter off, wrestling her onto her back, before he spread her legs and punctured her most intimate of her flesh once again. His arms were stretched out to either side of her. His thrusts were rampant and deep, powerful enough to cause her breasts to bounce back and forth like runaway softballs. Heather's next orgasm came quickly and eclipsed the first.

"Daddy, yes, daddy, yes!" Heather exclaimed, the words laden with pleasure and nearly enough to provoke her father's own happy ending.

Through the strength of his will, Tom kept himself at bay until the last possible moment, before he withdrew his cock from its new friend. This time, it was Tom's turn to mount Heather, and he did so high on her waist.

He entwined her fingers into his, and he used both pairs of hands to mash together those two soft mountains, while his cock lay buried in their valley. The fuck resumed, but it was destined to fall short of the others. Tom could only hold back for so long before he became overwhelmed and spilled away his hot essence. Ejaculate shot out, leaving pearly-white cum on Heather's chest and throat, even as she panted and groaned at the abuse she'd undergone.

In a short time, Tom's energy waned. The relieved father left his mount, settling down on the floor beside the couch. He examined the nude body of a young woman he never dreamed would offer herself to him.

"Daddy, that was awesome." Heather complimented him, as she sat up. "I mean really awesome!"

She wiped away at the streaks of jizz now sliding down her chest, but ended up only smearing it. After glancing around, she saw Amy leaning back against a wall and watching the two of them intently.

"Hey, bitch, why don't you get me some paper towels or something?" Heather scolded.

Amy went off into the kitchen and came back a few moments later with a box of tissues. She tossed it on the floor. This caused Heather to roll around and rise up on her hands and knees to reach it.

Tom was further treated to a view of Heather's wide and shapely ass. A part of him stirred for an erotic sequel.

When Heather noticed what he was staring at, she wiggled her butt and further enticed him. "You want some more, daddy, because I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you anytime you want."

It was inevitable, Tom decided.

After that, Heather sat up and started wiping herself off. To Amy, she asked, "Where's the other bitch?"

"She fell asleep." Amy replied. "We are up past our bedtimes, you know."

"So you go to sleep, too."

Amy motioned at the naked man sitting on the floor. "Will you get mad if I play with your new toy?"

"No." Heather answered. "Go for it." She hauled herself up to her feet. "Where's my phone?"

"Right here." Amy had it with her.

Heather approached the smaller girl and asked in a low voice, "Did you snap a couple?"

Amy nodded.

"Give it to me." Heather held her hand out.

Once the device was in her hand, the busty teen took a stroll down the hall.

After watching Heather's retreat, Amy went over and took a seat on the couch. She leaned back on it and spread her legs wide. Her pink folds were in full bloom. Tom watched as the pretty blonde began playing with herself.

"I'm ready when you are." She flirted.

Tom scooted closer to her, wishing he wasn't as spent as he was. No telling when he'd have as much fun again as he was having tonight. Still, there were other things he could do, to help pass the time until he was ready.

Down the hall, Heather scrutinized the pictures Amy had taken. She found not one or two, but over a dozen of them. The excited girl smirked as she came to one shot that showed her as a fuzzy figure. She was blurry because she'd been in motion then and her tits had been flying all over the place. Next, Heather went into the message function. The teen found that she had to stifle a yawn as she started typing in letters.

"That was a really good fuck." Heather told herself, as she sent the message off.

It read: SCORE. FILLIES BEND OVER, HEARTBREAKERS TAKE OVER. HEY, HEY, HEY, HALEY. WHAT'S UP, BITCH? YOU GONNA TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM OR YOU GONNA BRING US ALL DOWN?