Daughter's Cherry Birthday Gift
My forty-fourth birthday had not gone at all like I expected.
How could I have anticipated that my youngest daughter Tonya would become so flirty, that she would end up impaling her virgin pussy on my cock and ride me until we both had come? The idea of having sex with Tonya, let alone any of my daughters, had been a foreign idea until today.
I would never have touched my eighteen-year-old daughter, Tonya. I still couldn't believe that she was sitting on my cock right now, my jeans and boxers shoved down my legs while I lay stretched out on my recliner. Nor that my other two daughters, Janelle and Sarah, would catch us as they returned from buying groceries.
Nothing made sense about my daughter's behavior ever since they had given me my birthday gift. A belt with a wide buckle that read "Best Dad" on it. I had gone upstairs to change into a pair of jeans to wear the belt and my daughters had been normal. Tonya had been a bit of a brat, Sarah had been the no-nonsense one, and Janelle had been a teasing if responsible one.
I came downstairs and they were all flirting with me. All promising they would do whatever I commanded in breathy voices. Even Sarah, my middle daughter, was doing it, and she sometimes seemed asexual. The nineteen-year-old girl with her glasses was all about studying and never talked about boys. Janelle, just turned twenty-one, had always had a wild streak. I knew she was no virgin. Sadly, Tonya was taking after her, starting to dress in provocative ways. I did my best to guide my daughters, but I was a widower.
Doing it on my own.
I stared at Sarah and Janelle in horror. Guilt swept through me as Tonya squeezed her pussy on my cock. My body buzzed from my orgasm. I had just cum in my youngest. Bareback. I had unprotected sex with my eighteen-year-old daughter. I was a monster. A criminal. I had taken advantage of my daughter.
"Help us put the groceries away, Tonya," Janelle said. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a belly shirt that hugged her large breasts. Her blonde hair spilled about her youthful and gorgeous face, a nose ring gleaming. She had two grocery bags in hand.
"Yeah," Sarah said. My middle daughter wore a tight t-shirt that hugged her modest breasts, her nipples poking at the fabric, and a skirt she had to have rolled up so it fell so short down her thighs than normal. Her bob of short, brown hair framed her youthful if serious face. Her eyes were hot behind her glasses. "Get off Daddy's cock. We can take care of Daddy once the groceries are put away."
"Right," Tonya said and just climbed off my dick like having sex with me was something normal. Her round breasts jiggled, her blonde pigtails swaying. I groaned at the friction of her pussy sliding up my cock. Then she popped free and my cum spilled out, coating her shaved pussy lips.
She hopped off my recliner and darted to the door.
"Idiot," Janelle said, thrusting out her arm, "you're naked. You can't go out there like that. What if someone sees you."
"Oh, god," Tonya groaned. "I wasn't thinking. I'm just feeling too good."
Janelle gave a wicked giggle as she thrust plastic grocery bags into Tonya's arms. "I bet. Mmm, Daddy, you got a big cock. I'm glad. Stretched Tonya's pussy right out."
"Stretched me out," moaned Tonya as Sarah piled her bags into my youngest's arms.
I swallowed, still shocked by all of this. My daughters had gone insane. It was almost like the belt buckle had turned them into... sluts for me. Like they thought I was such an amazing dad that they had to do whatever I said, including sexually.
Tonya scampered by to the kitchen. They were good girls, normally, but they would always drag their heels about doing chores, especially Tonya. As my oldest two daughters headed back out to get the rest of the groceries, Tonya darted back in, cum running down her thighs.
I should say something. Do something. I had sex with my daughter. I glanced to the photos of my wife. Our wedding pictures, the last family portrait we'd taken when Tonya was only two and right before the aneurysm took my wife away from me.
She just smiled out at me like nothing was wrong. Mary would never have approved of this.
I didn't know what to do as Janelle and Sarah carried in more bags to hand off to Tonya. My youngest darted by, her round breasts jiggling and her cute ass swaying. I shouldn't ogle her, but it was hard not to see my daughters as
women.
Adults who were sexually mature. Who had gorgeous figures.
And it had been so long since I had sex with a woman. A few years since my last disastrous attempts at dating.
Tonya rushed back in, round boobs bouncing. Her sisters returned, Janelle carrying three bags. Sarah knocked the front door closed with her foot. The two of them hurried by, Sarah flashing me this sultry smile.
It looked so foreign on my serious, studios daughter's face.
"Ooh, this is going to be so much fun," moaned Tonya. "You're the best dad, Daddy. We want to show it to you. Prove it to you that you're awesome."
"Yeah," I croaked.
"Help us put them away, Tonya!" shouted Janelle. "Then we can play with Daddy."
"Oh, right!" Tonya darted back into the kitchen.
Play?
I swallowed. I should pull up my pants and leave. Get out of here. Figure out what was going on or give my daughters a chance to cool off. I glanced down at the belt buckle. There was no way it could have caused this, and yet...
They had changed when I put it on. So maybe... I grabbed it and ripped it off. I had to break this strange spell on my daughters. The belt whisked through the loops as clatters and bangs of cabinets slamming shut echoed from the kitchen. Grocery bags rustled. Cans clinked. The seal on the refrigerator broke as it was opened. I dropped the belt to the side of the recliner. It was off. That had to free them.
Tonya darted back in still naked and looking eager. Then Janelle followed, pulling off her belly shirt. Her large breasts spilled out. They were big and soft, a natural pair of Double D's. They smacked together as she turned to face me, a smile on her lips.
"Do you want me to give you a titty fuck, Daddy?" she asked, cupping her breasts.
Sarah entered last, already topless, revealing that she had rolled the waistband of her skirt to hike it. Now she was shoving it off. She had small breasts, little A-cups that barely had any shape to them. Her nipples thrust out as fat as her sisters. They all had their mother's nipples.
"Well, Daddy?" Janelle asked, shaking her boobs at me.
I wanted to say no.
Should
say no. If I was truly the "Best Dad," I wouldn't hesitate to utter that simple word. Instead, "Yes," croaked from my mouth. I stared at her large, youthful breasts. "Yes, I do."
"Yay!" she shouted and then released her big boobs to bounce and jiggle while she unsnapped her jeans.
"Want me to lick out Tonya's pussy clean of your cum, Daddy?" Sarah asked. My innocent, quiet, shy, virginal daughter said those words like a pure slut. She peeled off the plain, white panties she wore, exposing a brown bush dripping in her juices. "I've heard guys like that. And you're the best dad, so..."
I stared at my girls, Janelle working on her big boobs. I had taken the belt off, and the girls showed no signs of stopping. Maybe the belt wasn't the cause. Maybe they had always wanted to do this and were using the belt as an excuse.
