We slept for several hours. I awoke before Stacey, chubbed of course. I was still spooned against her fantastic body. Leaning back, I gently rubbed her back, awaking her slowly from her sleep. She shook her head slowly to clear the cobwebs, arched her back, pushing her ass against me growing cock. She growled deep from inside her body, wiggling her hips against my semi rigid cock. I massaged down her body, over her globe, and down her thigh. Pulling my hand back up, I wrapped my fingers over her hip bone, pulling her body back against me softly as I pushed my hips forward. My cock mashed between her cheeks, the head poking under her ass toward her wet hole.
Moving quickly, she reached to her globe, spreading her cheeks. "Stick it in my cunt Daddy," she whispered. I slid my hand down over hers, my fingertips sliding along the open crack, passed over her lips, finding her flooded wetness. Dipping my fingertips, I parted her lips, aimed my growing cock, and pushed forward firmly. My cock poked through her lips, found her flooded wet hole, and slipped easily into her body. With each thrust, my cock grew more rigid, longer, fatter. I thrust harder, driving more cock into her receptive cunt. Lifting my upper leg, I draped it up over her hip, pulling hard against her. My cock slid deep into her body, her wetness making squishy noises with each thrust, each withdrawal. I forced hard, deep penetrations with each thrust. I reached around her body, my hand finding her tit. I rolled her hard nipple firmly between my thumb and fingers, pinching softly with each thrust. My hips slapped against her flesh.
Several minutes passed, with each thrust, my balls churned, getting closer to my pending orgasm. My breathing changed, growing labored with each thrust, each causing a direct stimulation of all my sex senses. My cock grew, expanding, reaching hard to fill her sheath, pounding her sex, retreating, and slamming deep again. Stacey was fingering her clit hard, mashing the flesh flat, flicking the sensitive clit back and forth quickly. Her breathing matched mine, ragged at best. I listened to her, hearing her mutter, whisper about her coming orgasm. "Yes Daddy," she breathed hard. "Yes," she repeated several times, louder with each hard thrust delivered deep. With a loud grunt, her hips opened, thrust back against me, grinding her hips in small rotating circles, she ground her cunt hard on my cock. I pulled her hips hard, burying my cock deep, erupting in an orgasm. Pulling her close, burying my cock deep, my cock spit forth this round of cum. "I feel it Daddy," Stacey whispered. I flexed with each spurt, groaning deeply as I again coated her insides with my hot, sticky cum. I grabbed a hand full of hair, pulling firmly, teasingly as I humped her ass for one more penetrating thrust. Spitting forth cum, my body relaxed, total exhausted. We again remained still for several minutes as our breathing returned to normal. My cock deflated, slithered out of her wet cunt, and hung between us, coating our skin with sticky fluids.
Reaching out to the edge of the bed, Stacey found her wayward panties, stuffed them between her legs, and bounded toward her bathroom. "Get a shower Daddy, you're taking me to dinner," she stated matter of factly.
"Yes dear," I responded, groaning deeply as I grabbed a sticky, flaccid cock. I rolled to my back, hesitated momentarily, sat up and left the bedroom. I headed to my bedroom and shower. Taking a quick shower, I dressed nicely, anticipating taking my lovely daughter to a restaurant of her choosing.
"Daddy, Kara is going with us," Stacey shouted down the hall. "She invited herself over. Is that ok with you," she continued.
"Sure baby," I returned the shout. Inside, I was in turmoil. Would tonight be the night they talk? Would Kara start the discussion, only to have Stacey one up her? Or would it go poorly? Maybe, I would have my first threesome. So many thoughts raced through my big brain. I found myself rubbing my crotch, softly stroking my chubbing cock. My little brain had so few original thoughts, but it screamed "pussy", "cunts", "asses", and "mouths" over and over for my big brain to hear. I liked its' thought process.
Shortly, Kara arrived. "Tonight," she whispered my direction, patting my cheek as she ran up the stairs to Stacey's bedroom. She was dressed to the nines as well, a tight knit dress that hugged her body, scooped neckline that accented her cleavage, and left me with carnal desires instantly as I watched her bound up the stairs. I watched as her supple legs carried her effortlessly up the stairs, flexing with each step, her calves
I made my way to the office, quickly accessing my camera coverage. Kara was sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting with Stacey as she finished her makeup and hair. "I teased your Dad on the way in," Kara semi-shouted for Stacey to hear. "It will be a fun evening," she continued.
Stacey was still covered in her towel, wrapped snuggly over her breasts, barely covering her ass. Stacey glanced out the door, but remained uncommonly quiet. Hesitating, the words filtered into her being. In turmoil, Stacey pondered what she should do. Tell Kara? Watch Dad's reactions? "Yes" she thought to herself, "it will be an interesting evening". She exited the bathroom, dropping her towel, tossing it toward Kara. Stark naked, her nipples hard, she walked aimlessly to her closet. Kara watched each step. "Shoes, shoes," muttered Stacey. Bending at the waist, Stacey leaned over, rummaging through the shoes placed along the baseboard of the closet. Her legs bent just slightly, her ass protruded in Kara's direction. Her globes framed her slit, completely exposed to Kara. Glancing around her legs, she found Kara staring directly at her, her mouth open slightly, her tongue licking her lips softly. She swayed her ass provocatively. Her hand slowly slid up her inner thigh, her fingers reaching between her legs softly. Kara watched, frozen. Stacey's fingertips slipped into her slit, pushing the lip away from her clit. Her finger slipped over the engorging bud softly, flicking her sex back and forth. Her body responded, juices making her slit moist. She could smell her muskiness. Grabbing a selected pair of shoes, she stood, rummaged through several outfits on hangers, and selected a knit dress, a dark solid blue. Turning, she moved toward Kara, drawing her fingers to her lips, licking her taste into her mouth. She tossed the dress on the bed, dropped the shoes, and turned to the dresser, pulling open her panty drawer, and fingered through the pile of panties, selecting a high cut, red pair.
Turning back to the bed, she saw Kara, her dress pulled up, her fingers tracing her panties, rubbing softly over her hidden clit. Without hesitating, without thinking, Stacey moved to the bed quickly. Stepping between Kara's legs, she raised her right foot up, placing it on the bed beside Kara's left hip. Reaching, she slid her hand around Kara's neck, pulling her face toward her mound. "Lick me," Stacey commanded sternly. Her hips arched to Kara's face, tilting slightly. Kara's hands pushed around Stacey's hips, cupping her ass, pulling her forward. Kara's nose pushed against her pubic hairs, her mouth moving to encircle Stacey's clit, sucking it hard into her mouth. Stacey's head arched upwards, a grunt escaping her lips. "Oh fuck," she exclaimed. My cock grew extremely hard as Stacey humped her hips against Kara's probing tongue. I pumped my hard cock. "Yes baby," Stacey whispered, flaring her hips, opening her sex to Kara. Using both hands, she pulled Kara's face hard into her wet cunt. Her legs buckled slightly as she humped Kara. "Stick you tongue in me," whispered Stacey. She growled as Kara dipped lower into her pussy. "Yes baby," she repeated. "Bite my clit," she instructed. I could hear Kara's sucking sounds as she thrashed Stacey's pussy. "I'm going to," her voice trailed off, her body went rigid, tensing. Breathing stopped, hips arched forward, Stacey exploded into orgasm on Kara's face. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Stacey hissed through clenched teeth. Her chin dropped to her chest, she pushed Kara back. Kara's neck stretched to suck her clit, popping it free from her mouth.
Stacey dropped to the floor, kneeling between Kara's legs. She attacked Kara, pushing her legs apart, diving into her cunt, her mouth pressing against her panties. Leaning back to her elbows, Kara watched Stacey. Reaching, she pulled the panties aside, leaning to suck Kara's flesh deep into her mouth. She assaulted Kara's engorged clit, her mouth grinding against the flesh, shaking her head, pulling, her teeth clamped softly over the hard nub. I could hear her growl as she flicked the nub back and forth. Minutes passed as Stacey continued her attack on Kara's cunt. I stroked my hard cock, groaning loudly. "Oh shit," shouted Kara. "Fuck my hole, Stacey," grunted Kara. Leaning back, Stacey brought her hand to Kara's cunt, jamming two fingers into her wet, warm, sticky hole. Thrusting several times, she pushed her fingers deep into her cunt. Reaming her, she leaned back to her, grabbed her hard clit with her teeth, and flicked her clit back and forth quickly with her tongue. Several seconds passed, Kara arched her hips hard, rising up, held firmly, and convulsed into Stacey's mouth, her hips flopping down hard. Stacey sucked hard, holding her clit firmly until Kara pushed her mouth away. Kara rolled over, her hands reaching under her, feeling her clit. Stacey leaned to take a bite of her soft ass, gently biting her exposed flesh.
The girls did not move, resting. My eyes closed, my cock expanding, exploding forth rope after rope of cum. I covered the head with my hand to keep from shooting cum all over the keyboard. I grabbed several puff's to clean up the mess.
Glancing back to the monitor, Stacey was on her stomach, laying beside Kara. She was stroking her softly, her fingers rolling over her tits, flicking a hard nipple underneath the material. "That was a first," quipped Stacey. She leaned to kiss Kara softly, her tongue extending, licking her lips gently. Kara's head raised, her hand caressing Stacey, pulling her mouth to her. Their kiss was soft, gentle, caring. "We gotta go," Stacey whispered.
She stood, admiring Kara. Turning, she walked to the door. "Dad, you about ready," she hollered down the stairs.