** 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.
