- Casey, where are you going so fancy?
My daughter in a short red dress had already taken her purse and was heading to the front door. Her round ass seemed about to jump out of the fabric as soon as the girl turned or bent over.
- On a date. Patrick and I are going to a cafe, he is the captain of our college football team, by the way!
- Date? - I bulged my eyes. - What about this... Melvin, with whom you went to the park a couple of days ago?
- Oh, forget it, dad! Melvin is not serious.
- What do you mean frivolous? You liked him, didn't you?
- Well... I still like him. Actually... I still don't understand if we're serious with him. Patrick doesn't need to know about Melvin. It's just... dad, you understand... I'm only nineteen, I need to try everything, learn everything!
I laughed.
- Okay, Casey, what about your four "sucking guys"? Jake, Ben, Trevor and this... small and plump, what's his name?
"Mike," Casey became the same color as her dress when I started talking about her little secret. It's surprising how she hasn't yet lost the ability to blush with such a busy personal life. - His name is Mike, dad. It's not small at all... in the right places. And, in fact, I value them all very much. You know how long it took me to choose them so that they... fit all the necessary parameters, - and then my daughter looked away, this topic was too delicate.
Those four appeared in her daughter's life a year ago, when, on her eighteenth birthday, Casey admitted to me that she simply dreamed of regular deep blowjobs. To say that I was amazed is to say nothing. In the first moments after the confession, I thought I was dreaming or going crazy. But Casey continued to talk - her charming mouth uttering words like "blowjob", "cum", and, most importantly, "incest". Casey wanted to do this to me. In the first moments when I realized this, everything literally swam before my eyes. My wife and my daughter left us when she was in preschool age, and since then I've made do with porn and strip clubs. And now my daughter is clinging to me, and her hand is wandering down there... A little more... Just about...
It took a titanic effort for me to jump up from my seat and interrupt Casey, who was already ready to do something for which we would probably be ashamed later. Many times after that I asked myself - shouldn't I have given in and allowed my daughter to realize her fantasies? But the difficulties that would arise after this outweighed. How would I look into Casey's eyes, talk to her about school, girlfriends and other everyday things? Yes, I wouldn't be able to carry on a conversation with this beauty for even a minute, knowing that at any moment I could zip my fly and insert my penis into my daughter's throat. It would drive me crazy. So the choice I made then was absolutely correct.
But Casey did not let up. Then she and I came up with a whole plan to satisfy the sexual fantasies of an eighteen-year-old girl without involving her father. The plan involved breaking into a college men's locker room, installing spying devices, and then, after "assessing the material," so to speak, dismantling the equipment. With incredible efforts, we managed to pull it all off without arousing anyone's suspicions. And then my girl chose the most suitable candidates, and not only size and shape, but also character played a role - Casey didn't want to do this with "alpha males" who would talk about her daughter's preferences to the whole neighborhood, no - we carefully looked social networks of all applicants, trying to find anime fans, nerds and other fans of collectible card games, for whom my girl would be a completely unique and incredible achievement. The search was successful, but Casey insisted that several go through the final selection in order to choose one from them. As a result, there were four blowjob partners, and for more than a year my daughter was not going to make any choice, but regularly sucked off all four of them alternately, fortunately, they lived within walking distance.
However, why is it good? Sometimes I caught myself thinking that my daughter and I's life was like a blowjob theater of the absurd. Casey really wanted to keep my participation in her oral exploits a secret, at least for the partners themselves. Therefore, she introduced all four of them to me as "just friends," and I diligently played the role of a strict, but very... well, let's say, short-sighted father. I put on a stern face and every time I met a new guy I told the guy that Casey was as innocent as an angel and I would kill anyone who touched my flower. And then he went to drink lemonade on a lounge chair by the pool while Casey and another nerd were tumbling around in her room, where, of course, there were cameras, the same ones we used in the college locker room. And the charming and exciting picture was sent directly to my phone.
Casey, of course, didn't know that I also masturbated to these videos afterwards - she believed that I was being honest when I told her how disgusting the very thought of incest was to me. My daughter agreed to be filmed with hidden cameras for the sake of safety - what if some guys decide to cross the line and want more than a blowjob? But for a year, nothing like this happened even once - all four were grateful to fate and 2-3 times a day released impressive portions of sperm into my daughter's happy mouth, never even touching my daughter's breasts without asking. We sometimes joked with her that she could go without dinner, so much protein ended up in her stomach in the evening.
However, time passed and in college, girlfriends began to ask questions about the guy, to which Casey tried to laugh it off, but... The questions became more and more persistent. A dilemma arose - either Casey will be considered strange, or she needs to pretend that she is looking for relationships with guys, without revealing her daughter's sucking secret. That's why she's been experimenting with dating for the last couple of weeks.
Then my daughter threw her bag on the floor, sat down on the sofa with me and pressed her whole body against me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she put her head on my shoulder.
- Daad... Do you think I'm a slut?
- Whaaat? No, no, under no circumstances! You are just a very kind girl. And... loving. It's no one's fault that you like the taste of sperm!
- Not only... Also... When the boy's penis blocks my access to oxygen. He... he actually strangles me, and I... feel good. Maybe I have some kind of illness?
- You don't have any illness! You just like blowjobs, big deal! You're a great girl, my daughter, so many guys are ready to literally carry you in their arms...
"Yeah," Casey frowned skeptically. - But you can't show them to anyone. And talk about what we do, too! Is it normal?
- Well... - here I didn't know what to answer. Then Casey realized that she was late for a date, grabbed her purse and retreated. And I turned on the TV to choose a new series. At that moment the doorbell rang. Frowning, I walked to the entrance and opened it. Trevor stood on the threshold - a lanky, frail, bespectacled man in a stupid cap. But, despite his appearance, my daughter liked him almost more than anyone else - the size of his penis was second only to Mike, but the plump boy, due to his build, preferred Casey to be the active party, as a result the whole blowjob boiled down to the fact that my the daughter tried to sit on the penis, kneeling in front of a plump friend sitting in a chair. Trevor is a completely different matter, he took matters into his own hands and, grabbing hold of the pigtails that Casey specially braided before his arrival, rammed his daughter's mouth until complete exhaustion, preferring to cum deep into my girl's throat.
If we talk about the remaining two, then don't feed the curly-haired Jake bread, let him lick Casey's pussy. That's why his favorite position was "69". And Ben loved to stretch my daughter's cheeks and then cum on her pretty face. Before giving him a blowjob, Casey made sure to prepare a pack of tissues. Each sucking guy had his own legend - Mike, for example, dropped by to taste his daughter's culinary experiments - he happily devoured all sorts of pastries, cakes, caramels and jellies that my daughter and I prepared especially for him. We, because she couldn't do it alone. The girl thanked him every time, pretending that Mike was a guinea pig in case the cooking turned out to be inedible, and the blowjob was just a bonus. However, all the sweets we baked were a hit with Mike.
Ben loved the space theme. We purchased a telescope especially for him, and Casey even unnoticed herself became captivated by Ben's eloquent and passionate stories about the structure of the Universe in general and the Solar System in particular. Ben usually came after sunset to enjoy watching the heavenly bodies and, of course, cum copiously on Casey's cute face. It was a pleasure for me to watch on camera how my daughter licked her lips after his fireworks.
Trevor was a fan of the Magic the Gathering and Dungeons and Dragons universes. Every time he brought with him a set for the game in his backpack, including a themed table with dragons and wizards carved on it, decks for the game, dice and much more. But, unlike Ben, he failed to infect Casey with his hobby, but she gladly let him ram her small mouth, humming happily and wagging her ass. Trevor seemed to be the only one of the four of them who realized that Casey was primarily interested in cock. However, sometimes they still watched fantasy-themed films and TV series together. However, they have not yet been able to complete any of the viewings without ejaculating into my daughter's throat.
Well, Jake was interested in literature; in fact, he used tutoring in this subject as an excuse to be in Casey's room. He recited Walt Whitman's poems from memory to my daughter with feeling and precision, which was quite surprising, since Walt Whitman wrote almost exclusively without rhyme. But the most amazing thing began when Casey began to read poetry - she would have done it quite well if it weren't for Jake's huge penis in her tender mouth. I was extremely excited when I imagined my daughter's throat vibrating as she read "Leaves of Grass" while Jake's balls hit her pretty chin. Among other things, Jake also wrote his own poems, usually dedicated to Casey's pussy, legs and breasts. In addition to literary accompaniment, he licked Casey's knees, her toes on her slender legs, sucked on her large erect nipples, and he could do cunnilingus for hours without a break, making the girl squirm in convulsions of pleasure. He didn't forget to cum in my daughter's mouth, but for him it was more like a dessert to the main course.
Each of them had their own time to come - usually Mike came in first after classes, and at the same time drank tea with a new dish of the day, then Trevor with another idea on how to interest Casey in the world of dragons and magic. After them came Jake, and Ben was the final touch. But it didn't end there. Casey usually invited two or even three others over at night to climb over the fence and through the window for a couple of blowjobs. Usually it was one boy before midnight and one in the morning, but on weekends a third would be added in between. There are no legends here - Casey from the doorway (or rather, from the windowsill) pressed her lips onto the penis, greedily moaning and squeezing the ass of the next lucky guy from this four. The early morning boy usually didn't go home if he had to go to college - he seemed to sneak into his daughter's car and they also had fun on the way to school.
Trevor yesterday was just such a morning guy, which is why he didn't get enough sleep - the bruises under his eyes gave him away. How come my daughter didn't have time to warn? Well, with such a busy blowjob schedule, this is not surprising. I sighed and let the lanky student sit on the couch, hoping that my daughter's experiments with Patrick would end quickly and she would return before Jake arrived. The daughter's blowjob guys have never met each other, it's very interesting whether we will be able to get out of this situation.
Turning on the sports channel, I stared at Trevor, who put the backpack on his lap and, sighing, said:
"You know, it seems to me that Casey is not at all interested in the world of dungeons and dragons." She invites me just to... so that... - here he stopped.
- For what? - I asked sharply.
"To... help me," Trevor bowed his head and whispered sadly. - It's just that your daughter is very... very kind. She pretends to be interested, but in reality... she just feels sorry for me.
