** Jamie **
Jamie's bare ass bounced on Greg's lap. Her equally bare tits jostled before his eyes, the hard nubs centered on her broad umber nipples carving wild patterns in the air. His cock was sluicing in her cunt as she jogged her soft plush pussy fore and aft, her legs rubbing along his thighs. His hands rubbed her back and flanks.
Her motions dug his coronal vee hard against her vaginal walls, alternately working the knob on her G-spot. The slide and twist motions provided the mutual sensations that built the mutual desires that had them both sweating and moaning during these habitual couplings.
"Ohh... Daddy... you make me feel so good."
Jamie leaned in, her ass still cycling while she pulled her Daddy into a close neck hug that pressed her boobs to his chest. Her ears were tickled by his husky breaths.
Greg was rising towards his peak, gritting his teeth, trying to hold out, intending their fuck session to last longer. He mentally recited his go-to ejaculation stalling mantra: 'baseball... baseball... baseball'. But his determination was indecorously interrupted by his galloping daughter's whispered intrigues.
"I'm luckier than Kasey. Her daddy refuses to fuck her; says it wouldn't be right. So she asked if she could join one of our playtimes. Please, Daddy? Can she?"
'Baseball' took a backseat as Kasey's image popped into Greg's forethoughts.
The dark-haired and complexioned Columbiana had visited his daughter at his home a few times and Greg always had been genial and polite. Which was a challenge when the young beauty's plump breasts wiggled inside her tight stretchy tops. He kept his distance and watched from afar to obscure the telltale bulge that always grew in his pants whenever the buxom sexy coed was around.
The prospect of Kasey's curvaceous body writhing naked in his arms, her full round tits mashed to his chest, just as Jamie was doing now, pushed his lust over the top.
He growled out his joy as he hugged his daughter tighter, spewing a mighty first shot of spunk deep into her pussy. He saw stars and it distracted his focus. He muddled lusty thoughts with reality and throated out a choked 'K...A...S...E...Y...' as his following shots expended his seminal reserve.
Jamie's panting breath tickled his ear as he reemerged into the present. She was winding down from her own pussy tingling orgasm. Her suckling lips nuzzled his neck as his wandering hands cupped and kneaded her warm tits as the prickly mental buzz melded into a wonderful afterglow.
She sniggered at her father's subconscious proclivity to fuck her friend.
"I'll take that as a 'Yes' for Kasey to join us. Right?"
"Yeah... Right... Okay."
Jamie giggled and nuzzled her dazed Daddy's neck again as she lifted off his thick slackness. Their genital fluids dribbled out and dropped between Greg's thighs onto the woven chair cushion.
Greg groggily surveyed the sticky mess. It looked like the antique fabric would need another upholstery cleaning. But it wasn't much of a concern. If it didn't clean up well enough, Greg would just replace the expensive chair. He could certainly afford it after the recent events in his life.
Soon after his divorce was final and his impulsive but fortuitous purchase of the jackpot-winning lottery ticket, his life suddenly changed from marital loathsomeness to bachelor luxury.
His divorce lawyer morphed into his lifestyle concierge, arranging for a clandestine meeting with a mysterious woman, Lady Heather. Greg was smitten by her dark mature aura and her erudite reflections on the worldly prospects and possibilities for nouveau riche men.
He accepted her counsel and allowed her to establish a joint investment holdings corporation that could manage his windfall finances and his security. Lady Heather staffed the company with a special team chosen from her expansive network connections. Her cut was half the profits.
Greg's only gainful occupation from then on was ostensibly presiding over the monitoring and control of their nine-figure nest egg. Thereafter, he spent part of his days in the 'office' overseeing the investments. There were definite advantages for maintaining an office schedule.
The actual analyses and trades were handled by the small cadre of Lady Heather's protégés, the holding company's all-female financial directors, who hailed from the finest MBA schools. They had graduated near the top of their class, but more importantly, they had previously been 'top class' graduates of the Total Woman Academy.
Greg's new money honeys were the best combination of beauty and brains. They received high salaries, performance bonuses, and atypical Job perks. They reciprocated his largesse through in-kind sensual dividends. Greg and his 'office girls' were mutually pleased with the arrangements.
But his daughter was special. Jamie had chosen to stay with her father after the divorce, even before the lottery windfall. She attended a local college and had grown ever more beautiful with the passing months.
The Father-Daughter housing arrangements, living in such close and intimate proximity, awakened their mutual desires for familial nurture and intimacy. The inevitable incestuous bond eased the emotional disturbance of their broken family and co-habitation situation.
But their sex wasn't an exclusive arrangement. They were from two different generations. They pursued their life fulfilling aspirations in their separate sexual paradigms.
Greg, the mid-life well-hung alpha male, had his cadre of money honeys and a sexual craving for further ego affirmation. Jamie, the sexually impetuous college coed, had her growing circle of college-aged friends and admirers, boys and girls, including Kasey.
** Kasey **
Kassandra, the South American beauty, was thrilled when Jamie confirmed that Daddy would be around the house during their study buddy evening.
Jamie brought 'Kasey' home after college classes ended on Wednesday. The Hispanic minx was still dressed in her tight tank top and cutoff jeans, her straight black hair draping her body to mid-torso. She had figured out that this type of skin-baring attire was beneficial to her grades with the male professors, and presumably equally attractive to a middle-aged man like her friend's father.
When they entered the front door, Greg was in the living room purportedly reading the newspaper.
"Daddy, Kasey's here. We're going to be studying in my room."
Greg rose to welcome his daughter's friend, expressing his hope that she would enjoy her time in their home again.
"I'll check in later to see how things are going."
Jamie stood behind Kasey and smiled over her friend's shoulder. The buxom visitor sported her own little sanguine smirk.
The girls retreated to Jamie's room, where boring study time morphed into silly playtime, with Kasey wowing over Jamie's collection of stylish clothes and posh makeup. They tittered at the well-stocked cosmetics counter and, with Jamie's help, Kasey sampled the various styles and colors, blushes, lipsticks, eyeshadow, and nail polish.
With a quick knock and unimpeded door opening, Greg entered Jamie's room unbidden. Startled Kasey quickly stood, and faced her host a bit shyly.
Jamie's makeover had turned Kasey from the flirty teen into an alluring fertile female, and the older man was truly entranced at her new glamorous look. This time, Greg made no attempt to hide his swollen crotch bulge. He pawed his pants futilely, openly trying to adjust his stiffness in the crowded space, but to no avail. So he simply lowered his zipper to make room for the swelling manhood in his jeans.
The evening's buildup had arrived at its true prearranged nature. There were no longer any illusions in Greg or Kasey about the events about to transpire. The girls had conspired for just this result: Jamie provoking Kasey's well-known desire to a level that rivaled her Daddy's mutual desire for Kasey.
Breaking the three-way spell, Jamie bounced spritely across the room as Greg continued to eye his daughter's classmate. The daughter pecked her father's cheek and whispered a lilting 'Enjoy' in his ear. She flitted to the door with a girlish giggle, turning for a farewell wind-blown kiss towards Kasey before closing the door on the aroused pair.
Kasey stood stoic as Greg took in her erotic dusky makeup, the kind a woman wore when her intentions were to lure a sexual partner.
Greg took the hint and moved assuredly to her front, holding her eyes with his as her head tilted up to maintain facial contact. His expression was stoic as his hand boldly fondled her breast through the clingy white tank-top. He judged her boob's fullness to be temptingly supple, ripe for sucking.
She calmly held his gaze as he moved from squeezing to stripping, and lowered the cotton shoulder straps down to her biceps, baring her tits to his open view. His hand returned to thumb one of her nipples, its pale pink contrasting her general olive skin tone. They both looked down and watched his fingers rub her areola.
"I think you missed a spot... well, two actually."
He turned her by the shoulders and marched her to the cosmetics table. He reseated the topless girl sideways beside the makeup stand, pressing the stretchy top lower to circle her waist.
He rummaged through the scattered cosmetics until he found a fine brush and a rusty red blush to his liking. He daubed the brush with color and began to paint her nipple a darker tinge, enhancing its decoration on her full breast.
The brush strokes tickled her nipple and raised her nubs to hardness. She wiggled her bottom on the seat, fidgeting her chest as the exciting tingles reflected in her pussy. A warning growl from the man decorating her tits reminded her to try and stay steady under his artistry.
He took charge and helped maintain her pose by firmly gripping her tit with an under-palm cupping of her soft mass. His clutching thumb and fingers indented the sides and held her boob steady. With effective control, he continued daubing her nipple.
Under different circumstances Greg might have lingered at the task and two-toned her tits, using a different color on the stiffened nubs. But his cock was agitating to get relief and it was obvious from her fidgets that so was she.
Greg switched his hold to the other boob and worked that nipple quickly. He threw the brush aside and, still holding tightly to her breast, used it as a handle to lift her to her feet. He saw her face lever up at him with wet eyes, perhaps with fear or with hurt, but undoubtedly with deep desire.
He eye-locked her for a long moment, held her breast in a tight squeeze, a show of dominance, before releasing her boob and taking her hand.
He led her to the bed, peeled her waist bundled top and shorts over her hips and ass, and pulled down her panties. He smelled her arousal emanating from her pussy and damp thong. He pushed her shoulders back and she laid her nakedness out on the sheeted mattress.
It was hurried work to toss off his own clothes and he stood staring down at the soon-to-be fleshy receptacle of his manly desires.
Kasey was transfixed by his naked body and stared longingly at his hard cock as he stood beside the bed. She tentatively reached out and shyly touched the knob. Then her fingertips turned under and down, weighing the thick long shaft. The prominent veins ridged the smooth-skinned tube from base to tip.
