Dad Daughter Pal Trios Journey

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. No minors were harmed in the making of this fiction.

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In the blink of an eye, life can undergo a profound shift. Let me share the intricate tale of how exactly that unfolded for me, when a dream I hadn't consciously acknowledged chose that moment to come to fruition. This pivotal experience transpired on what initially presented itself as an ordinary Sunday afternoon, a day that commenced with an air of monotony and frustration. Little did I know, it held the power to transform the mundane into something extraordinary.

I had spent most of my only day off doing outdoor labor, singlehandedly preparing the entire house and garden for the oncoming winter. It wasn't so much the manual work that annoyed me, but rather that my family had stuck me with it. I had informed them of my plans well in advance and added that I expected everyone to do their part. However, when the time came, the wife and kids had ran off anyway, each claiming their trivial activities were far more important than the preservation of our domicile.

Unsurprisingly, my protests had fallen on deaf ears, and so it was up to me and my wife's Pomeranian to get the job done. I started off early and worked hard, ticking off one item on my list after another. I replaced and painted damaged wood siding, fixed broken shingles and cleaned the gutters, gave the garden set a good cleaning and stored it together with the earthenware pots in the shed. Lastly, I raked the fallen leaves into a neat pile, and with that, all the most pressing jobs were done.

Although the dog hadn't been much help, the work had actually taken less time than I had expected. In fact, it wasn't even three o'clock when I finally put away my tools, which meant that I still had a couple of hours of afternoon all to myself. It'd be a while before my family would return, as they surely wouldn't risk showing their faces before the work was finished, so I was free to do whatever I wanted. Judging I had already had enough exercise for one day and therefore was allowed to forgo my weekly jog, I opted to have a cool beer instead, followed by a long hot shower and a refreshing nap, to fully unwind and recharge myself for tonight's soiree.

Barely half an hour had passed since I had laid my tired body to rest, when I was roused from my slumber by a faint noise. Though barely audible, my subconscious picked it up anyway and judged it important enough to wake me. I lay quiet for a moment and listened intently for the noise. Given that our furry pet was more likely to run off and cower than act like a proper guard dog, I knew that if there were intruders, it would be up to me to defend our property. I didn't have to wait long before I heard it again.

One thing was certain: it definitely wasn't burglars. While faint and muffled by the walls of the house, I instantly recognized the sound as that of a woman moaning out in sexual ecstasy.

At last I understood why such a near imperceptible sound had managed to wake me, but it did raise another question: if I was the only one home, who was making these highly erotic noises? This, I had to investigate.

I got out of bed, threw on a robe and stuck my head out the bedroom door. There it was again, a little louder than before. As I listened to the muffled whimpers, I traced their origin to a partially opened door at the far end of the hallway; the door that led to my daughter Chloe's bedroom.

This discovery presented me with the moral dilemma of what to do; should I barge in and protect my daughter's virtues by scaring some pimply kid half to death, or be one of those modern, liberal dads and allow her to explore her body and sexuality in the relative safety of our home?

While I was weighing my options, an additional thought popped in my mind. Chloe had broken up with her boyfriend some three weeks ago, and, as far as I knew, wasn't seeing anyone since. Who then could it be in there with her?

It wasn't unthinkable that the old lovebirds had somehow reconciled and were now celebrating their reunion. Daniel, the boy she had so recently broken up with, also happened to be her best friend's older brother, so she was bound to run into him again eventually, and who knows what might happen if they did. If that were the case, I had severely underestimated the boy's skills as a lover, because whoever was in there sure knew how to please a woman. Nevertheless, a reunion of my daughter and Daniel was not something I was looking forward to.

To be honest, I never liked Chloe dating Daniel. It wasn't the age difference that bothered me, I'm no hypocrite. No, it was that I always felt my daughter could do a lot better than him. To put it bluntly, my Chloe was a solid eight at least, while he was at most a five -- and I'm being very generous here. Daniel could best be described as a stereotypical nerd; bad skin, physically underdeveloped, socially inept and with all the peculiar hobbies his kind seemed to pursue. I'm not ashamed to admit I was quite relieved when Chloe informed us that she had finally dumped the wimp.

Hence it was with more than the usual parental interest that I listened to the lustful noises emanating from my daughter's bedroom. The longer I was standing there, the more noticeable it became that, although there was plenty of female moaning, I had neither heard Daniel's whiny voice, nor the more baritone sound of a real man. In all my naivety, I concluded that this meant that either Chloe's partner was very quiet, or she was in her room alone. If the latter were the case, barging in on her would only be embarrassing for us both.

I decided that, whether my daughter was masturbating or having sex with a mute, it was really none of my business. I was going to take a shot at the liberal dad thing; I was going to respect Chloe's privacy, head back to bed and do my best to ignore the lustful noises. Maybe I'd even be able to catch some more of that much deserved rest. However, I had just turned my back towards the door, when I heard something that made me reconsider this resolve. It was a female voice, but it wasn't my daughter's.

"Oh yes Chloe, I love it when you suck my clit like that!"

Overpowered by an irrepressible fit of curiosity, I tiptoed back to the partially opened door and cautiously pushed it until the crack was wide enough for me to peek in. What I saw inside was indeed not one girl, but two; a gorgeous pair of young women, each naked as the day she was born. One of the girls I recognized as Chloe's best friend Grace, and the other was most likely my daughter herself.

Grace was sitting on the bed, more or less facing my way. She was leaning against the headboard, her upper body supported by a fluffy pile of pillows, and had her shapely legs dangling over the edge of the mattress. There, between those wide-open legs, was the other naked girl. This one was on all fours, her fine ass thrust up high in the air and her face pressed firmly against Grace's crotch, where she purportedly was doing a great job sucking on her clit.

It was difficult to believe that the girl who was so expertly eating Grace's pussy, could be my own darling daughter, but the proof was impossible to ignore. I obviously couldn't see the girl's face, but it had to be Chloe. Not only were the girls in her bedroom, but she had the same petite athletic figure and golden chestnut hair. Also, the fact that Grace had addressed her lover as 'Chloe', was compelling evidence.

Walking in on this intimate act had been quite a surprise, but I must admit that seeing my daughter going down on her best friend was also the single most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Each of the two naked girls was a sight to behold on her own, but seeing them together in this erotic display made me seriously doubt whether I was really awake or still dreaming.

Though both Chloe and her friend would be considered attractive by any standard, they could have hardly been less alike. Strawberry blond and fair-skinned Grace was blessed with a luscious curvy figure, with an ample bosom and broad hips that were obviously designed with only one single purpose in mind: breeding. Her massive round breasts rested heavy on her chest, jiggling hypnotizingly as she was writhing from the pleasure Chloe was giving her. My view between her legs was blocked by my daughter's head, but I knew there would be a neatly trimmed patch of silky blond pubes, and below that, one of the hottest and wettest pussies in town.

The reason that I was so intimately familiar with Grace's scrumptious body was that, until quite recently, she was not merely my daughter's best friend, but also my secret lover. For two highly satisfying years, I was involved in a torrid affair with this sexy young woman, during which I got to play with her curvy body on countless visits, sleepovers and secret get-togethers in various seedy hotels and parking lots.

Most people only got to see Grace's kind and polite side, unaware that underneath that well-mannered exterior lurked an exceptionally hot and horny piece of ass, possibly even a borderline nymphomaniac. I was one of the lucky few who got to know this firsthand, and I absolutely loved it. She had a near insatiable hunger for big cock, and she loved mine most of all. Whenever she thought there was the slightest chance we could get away with it, Grace would get on her knees for a blowjob, or drop her panties for a quick fuck, and I was always keen to comply. I don't think that during those two years she ever left our house without at least one dose of my cum soaking somewhere inside her.

Sadly, that all came to an end a couple of months ago, shortly after she started seeing her current boyfriend, Mark. The young man she had picked as her mate was intelligent and handsome, probably hung like a horse, and remarkably conservative when it came to sex. I never expected her relationship with such a straitlaced individual to last, but she proved me wrong. Her affection for him was strong enough that she decided to give up her promiscuous ways and embrace a life of monogamy, thereby abruptly terminating our affair. Though my wife and I still have a very active sex life, and I honestly don't have any cause to complain, I often miss having a sexual partner as talented and uninhibited as my daughter's best friend Grace.

While it was nice to see that the months of monogamy hadn't dulled my former lover's wild nature, nothing on earth could have prepared me for the shock of seeing her in bed with my daughter. Grace's bisexuality might not have been much of a revelation, but I never expected my own baby girl to have such inclinations as well. It was astonishing to see how skilfully and passionately my sweet and demure daughter was pleasuring her friend with her mouth and fingers.

However, her lesbian appetite wasn't the only surprise my daughter had in store for me, nor was it the biggest. In stark contrast to her friend, who had no qualms flaunting her luscious female curves, Chloe usually kept her petite figure hidden behind multiple layers of loose-fitting clothes. It had indeed been quite a few years since I had seen her wear as much as a bikini, never mind the last time I saw her fully naked. As I was looking at her, I was amazed how stunningly gorgeous a woman she had become, now that her body had fully blossomed into adulthood.

I knew that I should have closed the door and left the girls to themselves, but I simply couldn't do it. I had to keep looking. I was all too aware of how rare it was to get a glimpse of my daughter's nude body, so I felt I owed it to myself to take full advantage of this unique opportunity. I put aside any lingering scruples and took a good look at all the forbidden parts usually hidden underneath Chloe's baggy clothing, thoroughly scrutinizing her graceful physique without observing a single flaw. Though I had always thought that Chloe was a beautiful girl, this notion had been largely based on conjecture and parental bias. Now I knew it for a fact, and one thing was clear: my estimate of her being a solid eight was completely wrong. She was positively off the scale.

Years of regular exercising had rewarded Chloe with an athletic, yet highly feminine figure. She was by no means skinny, but there wasn't a single ounce of fat out of place anywhere on her body. Covered in creamy smooth skin, her heart-shaped little ass was a true work of art. While not as big and full as her friend's, the delightfully firm twin cheeks were exquisitely curved, with a cute pair of dimples near the base of her spine. Separating those tight globes was a deep cleft that harboured a tiny puckered-up hole. Looking at my daughter's behind was a real treat, and I could only dream of what it'd be like to be the lucky bastard who got to fondle those tight round globes, or to grab them firmly while he pounded her hard from behind.

An inch or so below that tight hole was another one of my daughter's hidden gems; her beautiful pussy. Though the lower half of her sex was largely obscured by her fingers rapidly strumming her clit, her arousal was unmistakable. The delicate skin surrounding her slit was slightly flushed, giving it a reddish glow, and the plump outer labia were swollen and lavishly glazed with her rich female nectar. The chubby lips were pressed tightly together, but sometimes her stroking fingers briefly pulled them apart, and when they did, I was offered a glance of the ravishing pink interior of her vulva. It was almost like Chloe's pussy was winking at me, letting me know she didn't mind if I secretly stole a peek.

I don't know how long I was standing there, ogling my naked daughter and her friend. It was a view no father should ever have of his darling little girl, and it was stirring all sorts of new and disturbing feelings inside me. The hypnotizing sight of her swaying hips and dancing fingers had me fully captivated, and I'm sure I could have kept watching her play with herself like that for hours more without ever getting bored.

With much difficulty I managed to tear my eyes away from my daughter's fabulous rear end, so I could swiftly examine the rest of her body. Though it would be challenging to top that delicious ass, I wasn't disappointed. She reminded me strongly of her mother when we started dating, and also of my sisters when they were around her age. Chloe had clearly inherited the best traits of both our families and managed to combine it into something that was simply beyond beautiful.

Though Chloe's kneeling position offered me a fabulous view of her gorgeous ass and pussy, it also hid much of the rest of her body from my sight. Most regrettable was that I could only see barely half of just one mouth-watering little breast. The petite beauty appeared to be just about the right size to perfectly fill my hand, was slightly cone-shaped, and delightfully firm and perky. The sexy mound was topped with a puffy pink nipple that protruded about a quarter of an inch from the creamy white skin, begging to be pinched or sucked.

As I was still imagining what it'd be like to caress that alabaster skin, squeeze those lovely little breasts or suck on their pink tips, my eyes were irresistibly drawn back to her flushed pussy and her busy fingers. The glossy digits were still moving smoothly and nimbly, obviously well-versed in what they were doing. This notion was soon confirmed, when Chloe uttered a deep groan and then arched her back in a series of jerking motions. With a shock I realized that my little girl was cumming right before my eyes. At the peak of her climax, she was plunging two fingers into her gushing vagina and frantically fucked herself with every jerk of her body. Then, as the first series of bucking motions died away, she resumed fingering her clit in a flurry, and almost immediately a second orgasm took hold of her. She started bucking again, her pussy once more pouring its hot juices over her fingers.

Chloe was having one orgasm after another, each just as intense as the first, in an impressive series that endured for over a minute. When she finally came back down to earth, she withdrew her hand from her sex, giving her hypersensitive pleasure button a little rest while she dedicated all her attention to giving her friend an equally earth-shattering climax. With my view no longer obscured by her fingers, I was now directly looking at my daughter's mouth-watering pussy. I was surprised and pleased to see that both her mound and lips were completely void of hair. No fur shrouding the intimate tissues of her sex, nor was there even a trace of unsightly stubble blemishing the smooth skin that surrounded it.

As I had noted earlier, her plump little pussy was tightly closed, but now I saw that tucked between the chubby lips were a tiny clitoral hood and a pair of the smallest inner labia I had ever encountered on a woman. The thin wrinkly folds only barely protruded from the protective outer lips, just enough to show off their bright pink hue to my spying eyes. Had this not been my own teenaged daughter's pussy, I would not have rested until I had my way with that succulent morsel of female flesh.

For a moment I couldn't help feeling that I was being played by fate, forever knowing that the sexiest, most desirable woman on earth was living right here under my roof, and also knowing that I would never get to lay my hands on her. It was a somewhat depressing realization, but I could still content myself with the next best thing: drooling over her from a distance and memorizing every detail of her tight young body so I could secretly fantasize about fucking her brains out while I was having sex with my wife.

When I finally gazed up from my daughter's delectable body, I was presented with the shock of a lifetime: I was looking straight into Grace's eyes. I froze in panic, half expecting her to scream. I was already having visions of being brutally murdered by a pair of gorgeous naked girls, my body torn limb from limb and never to be found again. But, as it turned out, my fears were completely unfounded. Grace gave me a wink and a sultry smile, and then lay her finger on her lips, indicating I was given permission to look, as long as I kept quiet. I accepted her invitation and, knowing I was busted anyhow, pushed the door wider open to better watch the erotic show inside.

While my oblivious daughter avidly continued to slurp on her friend's juicy pussy, Grace never took her eyes off me. More precisely, she was staring hard at my crotch, where my erection was making an unmistakable tent in the robe. I hadn't forgotten her taste for big cocks and slowly moved my hand over the bulge, emphasizing the size of my member as I was trying to entice her. Judging from the look in my former mistress's eyes, she was definitely interested.

"Show me," Grace mouthed silently, proving my hunch was right.

I untied my robe and lowered my underwear to offer the girl a good look at my swollen cock. My heart was pounding in my chest. Seeing my throbbing, fully erect penis was bound to bring back some memories for Grace, memories I wouldn't mind re-enacting at another moment. I decided to up the ante a little and slowly started to slide my fist up and down the shaft. As I squeezed my cock, a small gush of pre-cum oozed from the tiny hole at its tip, coating the head and my fingers in the slick stuff.

I could see that my seductive stroking was having the desired effect on Grace. She was watching me masturbate intently, lustfully licking her lips as if she was imagining sucking me off and gorging herself on the steady stream of precum.

"Take it all off" she mouthed, her eyes burning with lust. There was a fire raging deep inside her and I knew that the only thing that could quench this inferno was a big load of potent male juices, expertly injected deep inside her hankering pussy. It was something she wouldn't be able to obtain from my daughter, but I made sure she knew damn well where she could get as much as she needed.