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This work of fiction is part of a series. If you did not already read the preceding episodes, please do that before starting this one. All of the chapters in this story have been submitted to Literotica. Generally, they release one each day.
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.
Random movie quote: "Cowabunga, dude!"
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~~~ Erin (cont'd) ~~~
Erin, the slender surfer-girl succubus climbed off of me, bent down, and sucked my dick into her mouth. I swear her tongue was forked - the way it wrapped around my cock and stroked me. She giggled when I told her that.
She stood and helped me to my feet. We walked, hand-in-hand, through the house and emerged onto the patio to find the rest of the girls - including my daughter - frolicking in the pool.
Erin giggled and pushed me forward as the others begged for me to join them.
Nothing will make your cock harder than a bevy of gorgeous, naked nymphs begging for you to join their playful festivities. I looked at my little girl. She was giggling, watching the joyful faces of her friends. I spun as I reached the edge of the pool, grabbing the demoness/angel, to pull her in with me. She shrieked in laughter. I made sure she quickly returned to the surface - if sputtering at me. She lurched forward to bite at my face but I dodged the attack. Her legs circled my waist and one of her hands sought to torture my cock.
"Angel," I moaned.
I closed my eyes. She dropped from my waist, propelled herself back beneath the surface, and sucked my dick down her throat, swallowing around my intruding prick multiple times in succession - milking my ragged rod.
I grabbed for her long hair - to pull her up - but she'd already emerged and her lips touched mine - setting off bolts of electricity once again.
"You are wicked, Angel," I purred at her.
She giggled and swam away. I opened my eyes to see her taut ass gliding through the water. The blonde sun-bleached highlights in her light brown hair always made me think of a surfer girl. Her chest wasn't over-large but she was one tight little package - and extremely sexy.
Where Lauren seemed really solid to me, Erin was a free-spirit - a nymph. She was definitely sexy as hell and she'd absolutely destroyed me with her body and her lips.
We played in the pool until it was dinner time.
~~~ Dinner ~~~
The girls brought me a "Kiss the Cook" apron and then took turns interrupting my work at the grill by pestering me with their lewd requests.
The requests ranged from a quick peck on the lips - to brief oral stimulation under my apron - to raising my apron to rub their coochie against my constantly-rigid cock - to draping my apron over my cock so that they could bend over and rub their tight little asses against me.
Sara finally emerged from the kitchen to find out what the hold-up was. When she saw their antics, she sent them fleeing with a flyswatter in her hand - aimed at their taut little tushies. They cackled in laughter as they fled from the wrath of "mama bear" as they had nicknamed her.
I sat at the head of our huge dinner table, looking over the spread, and admiring the buffet of boobies arrayed in front of me. When they figured out what I was looking at, they each tried a different ploy to get me to focus on their chest alone. I fooled them all - I eye-fucked every breast in the place - well - other than my daughter's. Thankfully, she remained clothed the whole weekend.
I was pretty sure that I could ignore how she looked, if I accidentally saw her naked body - but I was better off not being tempted. She was firmly set in her role of getting me laid as often as possible and getting her friends the DILF fucking they wanted just as frequently.
I didn't stuff myself but I ate well - making sure I'd have enough strength to get through the night - with whatever plans the girls had made for Round 2. I was certain that I'd heard plans to make sure I fucked each of them at least once a day. There were still several hours of Saturday left to go - and we still had Sunday and the holiday to occupy ourselves as well.
"The baked potato was perfect, sweetheart," I told my little girl.
"Thanks," she said, smiling. "I had to Google the time and temperature," she admitted.
I laughed and said, "I usually do, too. Your mom always had that stuff memorized. My brain is too crammed with other things."
"I'd liked to cram something in my brain," Meghan giggled.
"That's not your brain, Blondie," Carla said, laughing, "that's your cunt."
"Oh! Yeah!" Meghan said, giggling again.
Sara cleared her throat. All of the girls looked at her. I snuck one more long look at their bare chests.
"For Round 2, we're going to reverse the order."
"What?!" Meghan complained.
Sara added, "Erin had to wait all day for the rest of you to finish with him. She starts the next round."
Erin was politely quiet. Meghan was the only one who verbalized her displeasure (although I saw several frustrated looks) but the outburst passed quickly and then everybody silently agreed that Sara's proposal was fair.
"We'll have about 15 hours of daylight on Sunday," Sara continued. "If we let Erin start tonight, that leaves three hours each for the rest of you tomorrow. We'll try to flex around meals - otherwise I suggest you eat fast and then get busy."
I was still getting used to the idea of my little girl whoring me out to her friends. I mean, it fit well within everything she and I had talked about - her trying to get me to date for the last several years - but it was still bizarre.
