Reluctant Daddy

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There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and - for multiple brief moments - watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.

I'm adding a "group" tag for a few scenes in later chapters; the bulk of the pairings in the story are one-on-one. There are a few FMF episodes scattered throughout the series as well.

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I was in my office, sitting at the computer, generating invoices for the HVAC work I had done all week, when my daughter, Sara, plopped into the armchair to my left.

"What's up, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Can I have a party?" she asked.

"Boys?" I inquired.

"Just you," she said, smirking.

"You're having a party for the elderly?" I asked, returning her smirk.

"Dad! You're not old. Some of the girls from the pool were asking about having a party and I got volunteered."

"I knew putting in the pool was a bad idea..." I groaned dramatically.

"Funny," she said, smirking. "They're all from my class..."

"... that just graduated..."

"Yes," she said, "and this is our last summer to lifeguard together. It'll be a final fling before we all go our separate ways."

"Sounds fun," I said.

"You can bartend for us," she suggested.

"No and hell no," I replied.

"Shirley Temples?" she pressed.

"I'll load the fridge with water and sodas and you can all serve yourselves. I'll be at the hotel."

"That's not very sporting of you," she replied.

"I don't intend to be sporting if all of your little Baywatch friends are coming over. I intend to be scarce - a ghost."

"Meghan will be disappointed..." she sighed.

"The fair-skinned blonde with the above average breasts?" I asked.

"She'll be so excited to hear that you remember her," my daughter reported, grinning slyly.

"She's a little clingy," I sighed.

"She really likes you," Sara said.

"Yeah... I'm definitely not going to be here. You all can have fun. Call me when they're gone and I'll come see what's left of my house."

"Dad..." she complained.

I laughed and said, "I'm just messing with you. All of your little friends have been angels when they've come over. Nobody's planning to lifeguard back at the old pool over their summer breaks?"

"We're not sure yet - but the girls want a blow-out before we split - just in case."

"Get a food menu figured out and we'll go shopping. Make sure you get drink preferences factored in so we don't leave anybody high and dry."

"Drinks? Dry? Is that a dad joke?"

"It can be, if you want," I replied.

"Ugh!" she moaned. "Lauren and Meghan are so lucky - no dad jokes at their houses."

I pantomimed being shot in the heart. Sara laughed, hopped up, hugged my neck, and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks, daddy!"

"You know that I can never tell you 'no', right?"

"I know," she said, smiling broadly. "I love you anyway."

I rolled my eyes at her. She laughed. I shook my head as she left and went back to my accounts.

~~~ Sara ~~~

My little girl's eyes have more wrinkles than they should have. She has old woman eyes. I know she misses her mom. I certainly do. It's been just over five years since she passed. It still hurts like it was yesterday.

Sara has told me that she's starting HVAC school this fall. I told her that she can choose her own path. She said that she did choose on her own - and she's going to join me at Great Scott HVAC. I won't lie; I can use the help. I worry that she's only doing this because she's worried about what I'll do when she's not around to take care of me.

I realized that I didn't ask WHEN the party was planned. I sent Sara a text to ask which weekend she was shooting for. As soon as I got the date, I called the closest hotel and booked a room for the weekend. The last thing I needed was to be in a house full of my daughter's sexy friends. I wouldn't NOT be able to look. That meant I'd be sporting a hard-on the whole weekend - especially since they're all lifeguards and will probably be hanging out around the pool the entire time - wearing those bright red "uniform" swimsuits that draw my eye like a mosquito to an artery.

~~~ Preparations ~~~

The weeks passed, summer rolled to a close, and the party loomed. Sara and I headed to the store to get the food and drinks that the girls would need.

"Lauren told me to ask you to reconsider the hotel room," my daughter reported.

"She's the thin brunette who looks like she's 30?" I asked.

"She'd die if I told her you said that!" Sara gasped.

"How about this: 'She looks mature for her age'?"

"Marginally better," my daughter commented. "She misses her dad like I miss mom."

My daughter's arms went around my ribs. I wrapped an arm around her and moved the shopping-cart to the side of the aisle so that we'd be out of the way.

"I miss her too," I said, giving her a squeeze.

"I know you do," she said. "You know it's okay to date, right?"

"You've mentioned it before," I told her.

"You're not dead," she said. "You're not cheating on her."

"Can we NOT talk about this?" I asked.

"Promise me that - if you find somebody who likes you, you'll give them a chance," she said.

"I promise," I said.

She looked up at me through her tears, kissed my cheek, and hugged me again. Then she sniffled, dried her tears, and we were shopping again. I kept stealing glances at her face to make sure she was okay.

"You promised..." she reminded me.

"I did," I replied. "I'll keep my promise."

She smiled, claimed the cart, and headed off, down the aisle. An hour later, we were loading all of our purchases into the car.

"I should've brought my work-truck. How much shit did you buy?!" I asked my daughter, laughing.

"Dad!"

"I'm just kidding. I want you girls to have a good time. Please don't blow up my grill, though!"

"Jeesh! You act like none of us know how to cook!" she complained.

"I wouldn't know," I said. "Somehow, every time one of them comes over, we spend the whole weekend eating out!"

"You complain about everything!" she said, laughing.

I bumped her with my hip and went back to loading the car. She bumped me back and grabbed more bags.

I loved my little girl dearly - and more so because she absolutely *got* me. Somehow we both knew when the other needed a hug - or a good cry - when one of us was missing her mom.

I'd worried through the years since my wife had passed that I'd never be able to give Sara what she needed but - if I had somehow failed - she had never let me know.

~~~ Party ~~~

The night of the party arrived. I was just wrapping up my invoices for the week when I started hearing lots of female voices in the house. I closed down my computer, slipped down the hall to my bedroom to grab my "go" bag, and tried to cut through the front room to escape.

"Mr. Moore!" a short, busty blonde called out.

"Hi, Meghan," I said.

"Hello, Mr. Moore," a mature-looking brunette said.

"Hi, Lauren," I said. "How are you?"

"Good," she said, her eyes twinkling.

She normally looked worried. It was good to see her looking like she was planning to have a good time.

"You girls have fun!" I said, slipping towards the front door.

"We'd have more fun if you were here," Meghan said.

"I'll have to take a raincheck," I told her.

It got quiet. I turned to look at her face - to see if she was okay - and I swear she was checking out my ass. Jail bait! Time to run. I opened the door and headed through it - and nearly collided with four more girls as they came up the walk.

"Hi, Mr. Moore," they chorused.

"Hi, girls. Have fun!" I replied, ducking around them and heading for the car.

"We will," I heard one of them say.

Several giggles broke out. I ignored them and kept moving. If I turned back now, I was liable to see a tight little ass in a tighter pair of shorts and that was the last thing I needed. Getting eye-fucked by the full-breasted little blonde already had me sporting wood.

~~~ Hotel ~~~

"Hello, how may I help you?" the desk clerk asked.

"Reservation for Moore," I said.

"Uh... Scott?" he asked.

"Yes..."

"Mr. Moore, I show that reservation as being cancelled two weeks ago," he replied.

"Well...", planning to ask for other options.

He guessed my intentions and preempted them, "Sir, I have no rooms. We're full. It's the holiday, sir."

"Shit! Other locations?" I asked.

"I just sent a family to the only hotel with a spare room an hour ago - they got the last one, sir."

The look on his face told me that he expected me to yell at him. I'd been in his shoes before. In fact, I'd been on the other side of this very counter several years ago.

"Thanks for checking," I told him. "You have a good night."

I watched as the fear and apprehension on his face eased a little.

"I DO apologize, sir," he said.

"It's not your fault," I said. "I'm sure it's just some computer glitch. I'll check a couple of the other chains. Have a good one."

"You, too, sir," he said, finally beginning to relax.

On the way to the car, I looked up two other hotel chains on my phone and called their numbers. They were booked as well - with waiting lists if anything opened up. I decided to just head back home. I planned to grab some beers from the fridge, some beef jerky from the pantry, and just lock myself in my room for the weekend. I'd be safe from the bared midriffs, toned thighs, and tanned chests... Good God! I was going to be in trouble!

~~~ Home ~~~

My little girl was standing near the front door as I slipped back inside.

"You're back?" Sara asked.

"Lost my reservation," I sighed. "I'll be in my room."

"I'll let the girls know," she said.

I grabbed some supplies from the kitchen and the pantry and disappeared into the master bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I thought about locking it but Sara might need something - so I left it as it was.

There was entirely too much merry-making going on around the pool. I flipped on the TV to a rerun of some old movie, downed a couple beers, and watched the screen for a while.

The movie was old and I was tired. I brushed my teeth, killed the lights, stripped to my boxers, crawled into bed, and eased into the twilight.

~~~ Saturday Morning ~~~

As my brain tumbled out of my slumber, I realized that I felt tension around my wrists and ankles. The light of the late summer sunrise was peeking into my room. I opened my eyes slowly.

I discovered my daughter - in a cherry red baby-doll nightie that I did not remember approving - surrounded by her six lifeguard friends. There was not a single thread of clothing between the other six of them. Two were sitting on the edge of my bed. Others were sitting or standing around my room. As my eyes surveyed the buffet of tender, young flesh, my cock began to respond. Sara was standing in the middle of the room, holding a pair of scissors.

"Well, that answers that question," Sara said, laughing.

"What question is that?" I asked.

"The question of whether or not we can proceed to the next phase of the plan," she reported, her eyes flitting to my growing erection and then back to my face.

I looked over my restraints. The cord stayed tight no matter how I moved. The ropes were blue. There was only one set of blue ropes in the house. I kept them in the garage - on the top shelf. Because of what they were, those ropes had a limited number of uses. My regular ropes were stored elsewhere. None of my regular ropes were blue. I tugged against the ropes and they stretched. As soon as I relaxed, they pulled my arms back into place.

My daughter opened and closed the scissors a couple times, holding them in the air.

"Here," offered Meghan, "let me!"

Meghan and Lauren were sitting on the corners of my bed, by my feet. The blonde with the fuller thighs and heavier breasts dove between my calves, grabbed the bottom of the legs of my shorts, and pulled them to my knees. My mostly-rigid cock sprang into view.

Appreciative gasps and comments flittered through the room - which only served to make my cock grow harder. I looked from Meghan's "oh" face to the others in the room. Only Sara looked unphased. Every other face was filled with lust. My cock was quickly so hard that it ached.

Meghan held out her palm to my daughter - who handed over the scissors. A few snips later and I was completely naked - tied spread-eagle on my bed - for all of my daughter's friends' to ogle. I was already busy ogling them - so I suppose it was only fair. Meghan returned the scissors to Sara - along with the hacked-up pieces that used to be my underwear.

"Could I ask what the hell is going on?"

"You can ask," my daughter said, smirking.

"Sara..." I growled.

"Here it is, daddy," she said. "You need laid and - well - a few of my friends want to fuck a DILF. Congratulations!"

"What the fuck?!" I asked.

I knew what a DILF was. I didn't consider myself to be one. It was pretty obvious, however, that this had all been planned well in advance. I had a niggling feeling that I knew how my hotel reservation had gotten canceled.

"I've got the hat," Lauren announced.

The brunette pulled out a baseball cap. She stuck her hand into the hat, felt around, pulled out a folded strip of paper, opened it and read, "Meghan."

"Cheat!" a strawberry blonde (Zoey) called out.

Lauren handed her the piece of paper. She read it and harrumphed. Even when they pouted, they were adorable.

Meghan, who was already between my knees, reached out, took a hold of my cock, tilted it towards my face, bent forward, and sucked both of my balls into her mouth. Once my testes disappeared, her tongue went to work on my sack - and her hand went to work - stroking my cock. I moaned as she fondled and sucked me.

She was pretty talented and - well - maybe I DID need to get laid. Her slow sensual strokes and talented tongue had my cock responding quickly. As soon as the pre-cum, leaking from my urethra, reached her fingers, she stopped what she was doing. She brought her fingers to her lips and moaned as she licked them clean.

"Your shit tastes good, Mr. Moore," she said. "Let's find out how you feel."

She got onto her knees, climbed up the bed, and straddled me, nudging the head of my prick into her opening.

"Meghan... Meghan..." I called out - intending to tell her to stop - but I found that I couldn't.

"Yes... Scott?" she asked, switching to my first name.

Meghan had always been formal with me - using my last name. Actually, they all had. My eyes quickly flitted across the faces of the other girls. It was pretty obvious that they were currently living vicariously through the blonde. None of them were touching themselves - but their pursed lips, slender necks, pert breasts, and pristine vulvas were on full display. My attention was directed back to the girl with my dick pressed firmly against the entrance to her vagina.

Meghan used her hand to work the head of my cock around in her tight space. It looked like she was trying to make it fit. In actuality, she was abusing the hell out of my dick - and driving me crazy.

"Oh... fuck... Meghan!" I moaned.

"You want to fuck my pussy, Scott? Is that what you want?"

She lowered herself, moaning as the pressure increased. I was moaning as well, tugging at the restraints. Every time I relaxed, my arms pulled back to where they had started.

Meghan finally pushed hard enough to get the head of my dick inside of her. We both moaned and her moan turned into and elongated "Fuck...."

She got it halfway in, slid it back out, and then tried again - moaning the whole time.

"Fuck! Meghan! Oh, fuck! You shouldn't, honey! Oh, fuck!"

"But I want to, Scott," she said. "I want your big cock all of the way inside of me. We all do. It's going to feel so good when I'm stuffed full of your manly meat. It'll fill my hungry pussy up - and then you can feed my kitty cat your strong milk - so creamy..."

She slid forward again and the rest of my prick slipped inside of her.

"Oh, fuck, Mr. Moore! That feels amazing!"

"Meghan... Meghan... Meghan..." I moaned.

"Is this what you want, Scott?"

She began sliding off of my prick - and then back on again - all of the way on - moaning loudly each time.

"Are you going to cum inside of me, Scott?" she asked breathily.

I was already fighting against my need to climax. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. Her sexy little curvy body, her tight channel, and her erotic moans were driving me towards an explosion.

"I've been practicing Scott," she said. "I've been fucking my pussy with a dildo and dreaming it was your big cock. As long as I don't touch my clitty, I won't cum. You're going to cum first. I want your hot load of cream inside of my pussy, Scott. I want to feel it pumping into me."

I moaned as she continued slowly fucking me. I may have whimpered.

She leaned forward and pressed her plump, pale C-cups against my chest. The tan-lines from her swimsuit were well away from her perfect mommy-mounds. It gave the impression that I was the first to see her fabulous milk-duds and my cock lurched with the thought.

"Do you like my titties, Mr. Moore? Do you want to suck them? Do you want to fuck your dirty cock between my boobies and cum all over my chest?"

Her arms went around my neck and she pressed her lips to mine. I didn't resist. I kissed her as hard as she was kissing me. We both moaned as we made out. My balls were aching for release.

She leaned to my ear and whispered, "I'm not on the pill, Scott. I'm ovulating. When you cum, you're going to impregnate me. Sara's going to have a little brother or sister. I'm going to make you a daddy again."

"Meghan!" I roared - as my cock lurched and my balls erupted. Jet after jet of my seed shot into the willing little blonde.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she gasped, sitting up and strumming her clitoris.

As promised, she went off like a Roman candle. Her channel clenched around my swollen, spurting member and every last bit of my seminal fluid raced from my body to feed her 'kitty'.

"Fuck....!" she moaned as tremors ran through her body.

When her body stopped shaking, Meghan tumbled off of my cock and landed on the bed beside me. She curled against me and closed her eyes. I closed mine as well. Moist, hot suction surrounded my cock and I opened my eyes to find Lauren sucking me clean.

"All better," she announced, as she pulled off of me. She lifted the baseball cap, pulled out another strip of paper, opened it, and read, "Zoey".

"Alright," my daughter announced. "It'll probably take dad an hour or two to recharge. You're welcome to stay here and watch Zoey try to get him resuscitated faster. I'll get breakfast started. I recommend you figuring out where you've left your swimsuit and - if you're not wearing it the rest of the weekend - get it hung up to dry. Obviously, Meghan and Lauren won't need to look for their's since they never even brought them," she said with a smirk.

Lauren snickered and looked to see if I noticed. Of course I did. Lauren was the one girl that I could probably walk arm-in-arm with in public and nobody would realize that I was robbing the cradle. She looked completely comfortable standing naked in front of me as my eyes played over her lithe little form. She was easily the shortest of the girls but her small height just made her seem more "motherly" to me. If I had been forced to pick one of my daughters friends to date, I probably would have picked her - not just because she looked older - but because her dad had died of cancer around the same time that Sara's mom had - not that I wanted to be Lauren's dad. I definitely wanted to do non-daddy things with Lauren.

The sparkle in her eye brought a smile to my face. So what if I was buck-assed naked in front of my daughter's friends? Lauren's mischievous smile was enough to make me forget about how weird this whole situation was.