Daddy Unwraps His Virgin Gifts
"Happy birthday to you!" sang my six daughters. They were clustered around the kitchen table that had my birthday cake on it, all six of them smiling and clapping. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear daddy! Happy birthday to you!"
The cake, covered in white frosting, had two candles on it, a Six and a Two. I was sixty-two and still going strong. My three youngest daughters had been eighteen for a few months now, the girls looking so eager for this moment. Rose, Daisy, and Lily were wearing suspicious trench coats. Their mother-sisters were not. Janelle, Sarah, and Tonya were wearing their regular clothes, tight blouses and short skirts. They had all grown up into beautiful women, their mother, Mary, echoing in their faces.
Our lives had changed nineteen years ago when my three daughters bought me my belt buckle. I still wore it proudly. Best Dad. It was hard to remember what life was like when I wasn't called upon to help fathers make love to their daughters (and for me to enjoy a few hot wives along the way). I probably had more children out there--okay, I definitely did--but I didn't make an issue of it. Those wives (and weren't all wives really someone's daughters and thus needing the best dad to make love to them at least once) and daughters who had conceived my children would raise them with their husbands and fathers believing they were theirs. Some would know, others wouldn't.
But my three daughters had each born me a little girl all nearly on the same day. And those little girls were all still virgins. They were quivering around the table as the six cheered, "Make a wish, Daddy!"
I smiled at my girls. Janelle stood by her daughter, Rose. The pair were both blondes, Janelle as busty as ever, an attribute eighteen-year-old Rose had inherited. Even beneath her trench coat, I could see the swell of her boobs. Sarah pushed up her glasses, not as petite as she had been but still cute. Her daughter Daisy had the same brown hair which she wore in a long braid that fell down her back to her cute rump. Tonya no longer wore her blonde hair in pigtails but her playfulness was still there, and her daughter Lily wore her blonde hair in pigtails. The glasses she wore, getting the same nearsighted jeans as her half-sister/aunt Sarah, made her look adorable and innocent.
"Did you make a wish, Daddy?" Tonya asked, a playful grin on her lips. She wore her blonde hair in a bob now. At thirty-six, she still managed that mischievous gleam in her blue eyes.
"I did," I said, glancing at my three youngest daughters and their trench coats. "I'm hoping to have some lovely gifts to unwrap."
"Don't be shy," Janelle whispered. She had grown into a mature and lovely woman of thirty-nine. "Show him, girls."
The three all opened their trench coats. Daisy was the boldest, a grin on her lips as she shrugged off her trench coat and revealed the yellow ribbons she wore and nothing else. They bound around her breasts, hiding her round tits while a large bow covered her pussy. Lily shrugged hers off the next fastest, pink ribbons about her petite body. Her breasts were just budding, but her nipples poked hard against the ribbon. She squirmed, her pigtails dancing and glasses shifting on her nose. Rose blushed as bright red as her namesake and the ribbons she wore over her large breasts and hiding her pussy. She squirmed there, a nervous smile on her lips.
"Happy birthday, Daddy!" my three oldest daughters squealed. They all moved behind their daughter-sisters, putting comforting hands on the girl's shoulders.
"Aren't they just adorable?" Tonya asked.
"Virgins, Daddy," Janelle said, a big grin on my oldest's lips. "Three juicy, ripe virgin daughters ready to love their daddy."
"So ready, right, Daisy?" asked Sarah.
"Yep!" Daisy said.
The cake was utterly forgotten as their mother-sisters pushed the three girls forward, not that Daisy or Lily needed much prodding. Rose was blushing bright still, her large breasts jiggling and quivering beneath her ribbons.
My dick was hard as a rock. I had a feeling this was coming for weeks now. When they turned eighteen, my three youngest daughters hadn't made any indication they wanted to make love to me. I was patient with them. I knew they would come around, and I was getting plenty of barely legal pussy these days. It was rare for me to have an older girl than eighteen.
Thanks to my three books, several TV specials, and interviews on many networks, the father-daughter lifestyle was spreading. Girls were growing up waiting for the day for the daddies to take their virginities. It had made me a billionaire, if barely.
I was just enjoying being the best dad in the world.
I grabbed Daisy's yellow ribbing and pulled on it. The fabric whisked and then slid off of her round breasts. Her pink nipples poked out hard as her tits quivered. She beamed at me, this hungry look in her hazel eyes. She licked plump lips.
"Happy birthday, Daddy," she cooed and grabbed my belt buckle. She started undoing it as Lily arched out her back to thrust her little titties at me.
I snagged the ribbon and pulled slowly, loving the sound the satin made whisking against itself. Then it fell away. She had big, fat, nipples that sprouted from her little mounds. She rocked back and forth, her pigtails dancing. She had such a naughty gleam in her hazel eyes.
"Happy birthday, Daddy." Lily winked at me. "I'm going to love you like Mommy does."
"That's right, cutie!" Tonya whooped. "Like a cowgirl at a rodeo!"
Rose squirmed as Lily helped Daisy undo my belt and unzip my jeans. As they pulled down my pants, I grabbed the red ribbon wrapped around my bustiest youngest daughter. Rose stared at me, her blue eyes quivering. I winked at her and tugged. The ribbon whisked apart and fell from her large, lush mounds. She had dark-red nipples, not the softer pink of the other two. Her breasts had that soft jiggle she inherited from Mary through our daughter Janelle.
Janelle winked at me as Rose whispered, "Happy birthday, Daddy."
"You three are spoiling me." I groaned as Lily and Daisy tore down my boxers.
Rose gasped as my cock popped out. The other two had their greedy hands on my dick in a flash. They knelt before me, smacking their lips. Rose swallowed and their sisters pressed their heads together and kissed the tip of my cock.
"Get down here, Rosie," Lily said. "Come on, Daddy needs us."
"All three of us, Rose," Daisy said. "Don't be shy. Daddy won't hurt us. I know you want it."
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Lily moaned. "That's what you sound like when you're humping your teddy bears."
Rose, the tips of her ears now scarlet, fell to her knees on Daisy's right (my left) with Lily on the other side. Rose's small hand joined the others. I was long enough that there were still four inches of cock for them to love. The three of them all leaned in, cheeks rubbing together.
Three virgin daughters (and granddaughters) kissed my dick. I groaned while my three oldest daughters watched on with motherly pride. Their daughters kissed my cock. Tongues licked it, especially Daisy's. She fluttered up and down my slit, working out the precum. I groaned, my face contorting in delight.
My hands flexed and relaxed. This felt incredible here. My heart pounded hot blood through my veins. I groaned, savoring every moment of this. My three daughters were loving my cock all at the same time.
"Best birthday since that one nineteen-years-ago," I groaned. "Damn, that's good. That's really good. You three... You three are as amazing as your mother-sisters."
"Thank you, Daddy," Daisy said, beaming up at me.
