I had reached a crossroads bending my cock up my nineteen-year-old olive skin, raven haired daughter, Molly, and her blonde eighteen-year-old friend Ava...
I shot more creamy loads of spunk over these two slutty teens more times than I'd had hot dinners. Even with Molly's pussy shaven smooth like Ava's, and my truncheon of cock-meat hanging out of my daughter's tight clam, the pleasure had become tiresome.
Going back to basics and fucking Molly's ass cheeks like a hot dog sliding in and out of a bun, shooting my white daddy juice on her back had worn thin. Splashing cum over her like I used to pull my cock over her old Barbie, Disney, and Bratz dolls, and her stunning three foot Barbie doll wasn't doing it for me. Like a pedo in a park, I had loved emptying my ball sacks over their little plastic faces. Yes, I'd used some of her childhood toys to get some sordid, taboo pleasure.
Ava and Molly had even bought me an expensive almost life-size doll, with realistic holes, made in the image of Molly, it was fun for a while, but cleaning it was a pain, and it took up too much space.
I missed the secret thrill of stickily jerking off, sniffing and cumming on Molly & Ava's discarded strappy heels, trainers, clothing, and in their dirty underwear. I wish I could go back before Molly had seduced me, as incest wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be.
Guilty threesome's had become a chore, pulling pigtails and ponytails, watching the girls sixty-nine, dildo and strap on sessions all merged into one. The array of sexy outfits; maids; cheerleaders; nurses; school girls; princess' to name a few, all the costume fantasy fucks had left me numb.
The dirty little sluts knew no limits, spitting on them, slapping them, even me shitting and pissing on their young bodies on request had become a sick and saddening bore.
We'd tired to relight a spark and I secretly watched my daughter getting fucked while wanking myself off unbeknownst to her boyfriend a few times, but that wasn't fulfilling me. Sometimes Ava watched with me, sucking me off as my daughter was screwed just to break up the monotony.
Molly and Ava knew I was tired and needed a new thrill, and like a spider in a web they sent me something different to eat. With Molly and curly hair Ava out for the night, I was drunk when the door bell went...
I'd met Molly's little mixed race friend Ola before. When she came over for pizza and sleep overs she usually wore an oversized hoodie, jeans and baseball cap, but I'd never seen her dressed up, until now.
Ola stood in the doors wearing a stunning red sequin glittery strapless mini-dress with matching open strapped heels and bag. With alluring bright blue eye contact lenses in contrast the smoothest ethnic brown complexion I'd ever seen, my prick stirred instantly.
"Come in Ola," I said, mesmerised by her loose shoulder length crimped black hair, which complimented her perfect eyebrows. Her bright red lipstick which matched her pedicured and manicured nails caused me to adjust myself discreetly.
"Is Molly and Ava here?" she asked sweetly. "I am I early?" she added, her diamond nose ring glinting in the light.
"They're not back yet. Would you like a drink?" I asked, with a lazy lob-on. I knew those bitches had done this on purpose.
Despite Ola's shy demeanour, I bet she was a little firecracker in bed. She was even a little shorter than my 5'2 daughter, closer to the size of the sex doll, cute as a button, but had fewer curves. Even though twenty-one Ola had a flat body of a school girl. She would have looked great in one of my t-shirts or an oodie and nothing else.
"Can I use your bathroom?" asked Ola.
"Sure," I said, while I got her a cocktail. "You know where it is, right?"
She nodded and made her way to the bathroom. I put down the glasses and crept upstairs behind hot Ola. Like a perv listened to her pissing I rubbed my bulge, then as the toilet flushed I made my way quietly back downstairs.
"I hope they are not too long," she softly said, frowning with a turned down mouth. "I don't want to disturb your evening."
I put on a 80s raunchy comedy on the TV with plenty of tits and ass, "Hey, I'm just watching this sexist crap," I laughed, while we drank our drinks. "How is the sex on the beach... cocktail."
"Perfect," she said shyly, giving me a coy smile. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed.
"What's with the doll upstairs - that child-size thing is creepy?" she asked curiously.
"It's for Molly's fashion class, her dress making course," I lied, knowing that, in fact, I had cum inside every hole of that silent silicone slut, more times than I cared to remember.
"What a relief," she said with shrewd eyes. "I thought it was one of those sex dolls, like pedo-cock nonces use," she giggled.
"Uh-huh, not me." I laughed.
While I was fed up fucking my daughter and Ava, this dark little cute slut could be next best thing. The smaller the better, and Ola was like a bottle top, that I couldn't wait to pop.
After each cocktail, Ola got closer until she was leaning her little head on my arm. The girls had still not returned so I knew this was set up as my cock hardened further with the sweet smell of Ola's perfume.
Suddenly, Ola's eyes lit up and she got animated shifting in her chair, pushing down on my crotch as she got up, "The busty girls in this movie can't dance. I don't know how you can watch this. Porn is better."
Ola drunkenly got up and began to dance as I sat in the chair discreetly ogling, as she swayed in her skin tight, shiny red dress blood rushed to my dick.
My meat-sword enjoyed every eye-candy second, it was like she was teasing and I craved for her to sit on my lap.
"Put on some porn. Molly said you watched it," she garbled eagerly as she pulled down her knickers.
Without questioning the comment, I flicked on an adult channel. What else has Molly told her? I thought.
She stood with her back to me, her ass cheeks showing, the gap in her dress allowing me to see her spine as she arched back to me and went in for a kiss.
I felt her tiny hips and flat body, touching her tiny hard nipples as we French kissed, her little tongue darting around my mouth. I moved my hand down, hoping to touch her little slit. But she pushed it away, and got on her knees in front of me, unzipping my jeans releasing my solid caged prick from its prison.
She wanked me off briefly using her panties, then she sucked on one of my nut-sacks like a pro, licking and lapping my bishop's head, before taking my rod in her lipstick gob blowing me.
"Good girl." I said, as she sucked me off, "not so shy now, eh?" I said pushing her down for a moment.
Her head was so small in my hand, and for the first time I didn't want to ruin her doll-like face like I did with my other fucks.
"Suck it, that's it." I encouraged. "Good little cocker-sucker."
I let her do the work, holding her head of frizzy black hair only to get it out off her face. "You're doing a fantastic job," I moaned, as she gagged and spluttered on my length which turned me on even more.
"I wanna fuck your slit so bad," I said, moving my hand to the back of her tiny neck.
"Not yet," she whispered. "I want you in my tight little brown ass."
