Lindsay's Love Letters

I wake up groggy as fuck, roll over and look around. I'm in bed, alone. It's not entirely unexpected. Lindsay must have made good on her word to stay with Eileen last night so that neither of us would be tempted to make a fatal mistake in responsibility or accountability.

I turn to slide out of bed and realize I'm naked. Not just wearing boxer shorts naked, but completely naked. Naked-naked. I hang my head off the side of the bed and see my boxers on the floor, and then I get a worried feeling as I identify a pair of yellow mesh panties right next to them.

"No, no, no," I say, standing up and looking down. My cock looks normal. I feel it, rub it, stretch it out. There's nothing wrong with it. I don't feel any dry, crusted cum on it, and I remember what Lindsay did the night before and silently nod. No, there wouldn't be anything, now would there?"

I squat down and pick up the panties, looking to make sure nobody is coming in my door, and then I hold them up to my nose and inhale. Lilac and vanilla. I toss them onto my nightstand, grab my boxers, and toss them into the laundry hamper. I notice there are several overly large T-shirts in the hamper, and I go to my drawer and find there's only one left. If they're going to keep wearing them, I'm going to need to buy more.

I open the nightstand drawer and see the box of condoms and the fact that they're open. Why would they be open? I didn't open them. I dump the box out onto the bed and rush to count them. A hundred and ten? A hundred and eight? I check the box--120 count. I realize then someone has taken an entire strip of condoms--12 count. And I assume the worst.

I stuff the condoms back in the box and drop them into the drawer, ready to raise some Caine, but then I slow myself and let my anger simmer down. Maybe Lindsay wanted to put some in the front room. Strategically place some, in case we got into it and needed one fast. I then think of her and Eileen and what she said before about cum and pussy juices. If she's willing to wear Eileen's underwear, she doesn't care much about cross-contamination between their pussies.

I hear Lindsay's bedroom door open, and I listen to them talking about the wardrobe malfunction that's going on. I step out of my room, and Lindsay sees me. A huge smile forms on her face, and then she gasps. "Daddy!"

"What?" I ask, thinking she's trying to play a joke or something.

"Daddy! Put some clothes on!" She says, and I turn just as Eileen walks out behind her.

"Oops! Sorry!" I say, covering my cock as I head back into my room.

"Jesus. Sorry," Lindsay says in an embarrassed way.

"I don't mind," Eileen says offhandedly. "He's got a really nice cock."

"Well... I mind," Lindsay says a bit possessively. I know then that the two of them being in the same house is going to cause an argument. I can feel it.

I'm just stepping into my fresh boxers when Lindsay appears in the doorway, holding both her arms against the jamb as a blockade against prying eyes, except for her own. I pull my boxers up and then grab a T-shirt and pull it on over my head and Lindsay gives me an appreciative look.

"Better?" I ask.

"I... Yeah," Lindsay says hesitantly.

I look back at her and see her eyes focused on my body, observing me. I close my drawer and wave for her to enter my bedroom, and she does.

She's wearing one of her own T-shirts now--a stretchy number with the word "Gurl" written across the chest in big, flowing pink letters. She's also got a pair of pink biker shorts on that hug her every curve and pink footie socks.

I open my arms, and she melts against me, her arms encircling my waist and her head pressing against my chest.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," she replies and sighs.

"You get enough sleep?"

"No," Lindsay says in a tone as if I should have known better. "Eileen kept me up half the night."

"Showing you outfits?" I ask.

Lindsay pulls away from me slowly, giving me a strange look and a sly smirk. "Daddy. You know what we were doing."

I have a look of confusion for a split second, and then my face turns red. Of course, I know what they were doing. What else would they be doing? The imagined image of Lindsay on her back, and Eileen over her, inverted, in a sixty-nine position, comes to mind, and I can see the look on Lindsay's face as Eileen slides her tongue in and out of her center.

"I... sorry. Sometimes I forget," I say, opening another drawer and pulling a pair of pants from it. "You know... a lot of this is new for me. I'm- I mean- we- we weren't a thing until- recently."

"I know," Lindsay says comfortingly. "It's different between girls. It's more of a... pleasing kind of thing. I'm not running off with her t another country." I frown at the comparison and Lindsay's eyes widen with realization. "Daddy, I'm sorry. It was just a figure of speech. I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay," I say, sliding one pant leg on and then the other. "I get the point."

"I... I'm still sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I'm fine," I say with a sigh. "By the way. Did you open the condoms last night?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Did I wake you up?"

"No," I say truthfully. "I was just wondering because, when I woke up... there were some missing."

"I- I didn't think you'd mind," Lindsay says.

"No, I'm fine with it. I just- didn't know. I was trying to figure out why you might need them."

"Oh!" Lindsay laughs. "Texture. And less cleaning. If you use a condom with toys, you can take it right off. No need to run to the bathroom and wash your vibrator."

My face goes red, and Lindsay smiles at my embarrassment.

"You uh... left your panties in here," I say, motioning to the nightstand.

"My pa-" Lindsay looks and sees what I'm talking about and then slowly walks around the bed to pick them up. "These? Were you in here? Where?"

"Next to the bed," I say. "On the floor."

"Not on the nightstand?"

"No. Why?"

"Nothing," Lindsay says, picking them up and giving them a quick sniff, just as I did. "I probably... dropped them... in the middle of the night."

I nod, slip a belt through my belt loops, and then cinch it tight. "How do I look?" I ask.

"Mmmm," Lindsay growls. "Like I want you to take it all off and fuck me crazy."

I chuckle, and Lindsay looks out the door as if she's actually considering it. "Can you make breakfast?" She asks after a moment. "I want to take a shower real quick."

"Oh, okay. What do we want?" I ask.

"Eggs and toast," Lindsay says with a smile. "And jelly, and butter... lots of butter."

"You love butter," I say with a smile as she walks back over.

"I love your butter," she says softly, and she brings her lips up to mine and gives me a long, soft kiss. I take a chance and reach down to squeeze her fantastic ass, and she groans against my mouth, her tongue sliding between my lips for a single moment before she pulls away. "Okay. I'm going to take a shower. A cold shower."

I laugh as she turns and leaves, and I head for the kitchen, where I find Eileen sitting at the dining room table. She's wearing a better-fitting shirt, although, with tits like she has, not much looks entirely appropriate.

"Hi -slut!- ugh. Sorry. Good morning," Eileen says, watching me as I open the refrigerator and pull out the eggs and butter. "Whatcha making?"

"Eggs and toast," I say, grabbing a bowl. "You want some?"

"Sure," Eileen says, and then she turns. I get the feeling she's listening for something.

"Lindsay's taking a shower," I say, cracking eggs into the bowl. I squat down, grab a frying pan out of the cupboard, and I'm on my way back up when a hand touches my shoulder. I look up, and Eileen is standing there, her shirt pulled up to her navel. My eyes dart between her face and her clean-shaven pussy that looks like it's too soft for a mortal man.

"You said you wanted to taste it," Eileen says, her eyes laser focused on mine. "Go ahead... if you want."

My cock is more rigid than it's ever been in mere seconds, and I can see goose prickles form on Eileen's skin in excited anticipation. My mind draws a blank. All I can think about is that soft pussy just inches away. "Maybe just a bit," I say, and She steps forward, bringing her pussy right to my face.

I reach up and grab hold of her ass and press my face into her lower abdomen as I tilt my head back and my tongue slides into her slit from the bottom, and I run it all the way up, licking firmly against her clit and she shudders with pleasure.

"Mmmm," I say, giving her a smile. "It tastes like lilac and vanilla," I say softly, my tongue sliding back in for more.

"Uuuuugh. Yes," Eileen gasps, her hands sliding into my hair to press my face between her thighs. "God, you eat pussy like a... god."

I lap at her opening, sucking up her sweet nectar and swallowing it before moving up her divide, licking up and down quickly, parting her lips, and teasing her clit at the end. Her hips jerk as my tongue runs over her nub multiple times, and she lets go, widens her stance, and pulls her mound apart with her fingers, giving me more room to work.

I slide my tongue around her pussy, licking her lips and then sucking each one of them into my mouth, stretching them until they slide free of my lips, and then I circle her clit with my tongue twice and then lick it with the broad flat surface so she gets as much of that texture as possible.

"God... fuck!" Eileen groans, and she staggers just a bit, her knees threatening to give out.

"You like it when I eat your pussy?" I ask her, my tongue sliding around her opening, and then I hook the tip inside of her, licking gently, and she begins to shake. "You want a finger?" I ask, sliding my right middle finger into her and curling it quickly.

"I want your cock," she groans, and then she pulls away, spinning and dropping her shirt. "Make mine over-easy, please."

I'm wondering what's going on until Lindsay comes walking into the dining room, a bright white towel wrapped around her body and her hair. I stand up and turn toward the stove to try and hide my erection, tenting in my pants.

"I thought you'd have everything cooked," Lindsay says, looking at the pan as I cut a pat of butter into it.

"No. I, uh- we got to talking, and I got distracted," I say, dumping the bowl of eggs into the pan. "You said over-easy?" I ask Eileen, making small talk.

"Yes, please," she says, now sitting at the table once again. She opens her legs, and I see her hand slide between her thighs. "I like the middle a bit runny," she says, and I can't help but understand the innuendo.

"Oh, me too," Lindsay says, and she lifts herself up to give me a kiss, and I turn.

"Oh shoot," I say, rushing for the refrigerator. "I forgot the bacon." I bend over, open the bottom drawer, and grab the bacon out, but not before grabbing the jar of jalapeno-stuffed olives and stuffing two of them in my mouth. I chew quickly, licking my lips one time, hoping it's enough, and then I hurry back to the stove where Lindsay is still standing, looking abandoned. "What's wrong?"

"I was gonna give you a kiss," Lindsay says.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," I say, tossing the bacon on the counter and leaning down. Her lips meet mine, and she presses them tight. I swallow the rest of the olive right before her tongue slides against my lips, asking permission to enter. I give it to her, and her soft, slippery tentacle writhes against mine, licking and probing, teasing me, before she draws away, licking her own lips.

"Mmmm. Salty," she giggles. "And hot."

"Fuck yeah," Eileen says from the table, and we both turn and see her rubbing herself, one leg up hooked over the armrest of the chair. "You're making -cum slut!- me wet."

"Oh my god," Lindsay laughs. Then, her towel drops to the floor, and she bends over to pick it up quickly. Her face turns red and I give her an appreciative smile, even though it was an accident. Lindsay turns around and looks at Eileen. "Could we not masturbate at the table during breakfast?"

Eileen drops her leg and pulls her hands away. "I was just... playing."

"I know," Lindsay says and she refastens the towel around her chest and then gives me another sultry glance. "I'm gonna go get dressed. Don't let her tease you."

"Her? Tease me?" I ask incredulously. "Never."

"Yeah, right," Lindsay says, and she turns and walks away, giving Eileen another glance.

Almost a split second, Lindsay is out of sight; Eileen is hurrying back over to me, mischief in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask as she drops to her knees right in front of the stove and grabs my pants.

"Not teasing," She says, and she unzips me, fishes my cock out, and slides in between her lips in three seconds flat.

If I thought having her incredibly soft lips and tongue pressed against mine it's nothing compared to having them wrapped around my cock. She slides her head back and forth, sucking the entire length of me into her throat, and then pushes her head further. I feel the back of her throat open up, and she takes me all the way in, her lips encircling the base of my cock, and she stays there for a moment as if savoring my entire length at once.

My dick swells, stretching her throat, and she slides me out, smiling, and then licks the underside of the head while looking up at me. "You want to cum?" She asks.

"It won't happen that fast," I say, and Eileen takes my words as a challenge, sliding my entire cock in the past her gag reflex and deep throats me over and over and over again until I'm ready to burst. "Oh my god," I groan. "Your lips feel so fucking good."

Eileen pulls my cock out and quickly sucks the wetness off before standing up and kissing me with her hot wet lips. I grab her around the waist, pulling her body against mine. My cock throbs against her pussy, the thin T-shirt material the only thing separating us.

"I want your cum later," she groans, her hand grabbing my manhood and stroking it one time. "Promise?"

"I promise," I say, and she turns around and walks back to the table before plopping down in the chair once more.

I hurry like a whirling dervish, separating bacon and shoving it into the oven before setting the temperature. I flip the eggs, swearing, as they're slightly over-cooked, and then grab the toaster from under the counter and plug it in. In the middle of all this, I yank my cock back inside my pants, zip myself back up, and shake my cock back into its rightful resting place.

"Mmmm, the eggs smell so good!" Lindsay says as she re-enters the room, toweling her hair and giving us both a wide grin. She turns to Eileen. "You want to take a shower? There's still hot water."

"Sure," Eileen says, standing up. "Anyone want to join me?"

Lindsay gives Eileen a smirk and shakes her head. "If you wanted to take a shower with me, you should just come and get in."

"Eh, I didn't think about it," Eileen says, shrugging. "Does your dad want to take a shower?" Lindsay's mouth drops, and Eileen smiles at us both. "What? I'm a -whore!- Daddy's girl, too."

Lindsay motions for Eileen to go, and Eileen walks away with a pouting look on her face.

"Jesus," Lindsay says, turning back to me. "She just won't stop."

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just all night long, "Do you think your dad will like this?" "Do you think he likes black or pink?" "Does your Dad like to eat pussy?" It's endless."

"She said all that?" I ask.

"Jesus, Daddy. Open your eyes. She wants to fuck your brains out."

"Well... she can't," I say studiously.

"Well, she's going to try. Just- watch out."

"You don't have to worry," I lie. "I can resist temptation."

"If that was true, I wouldn't know how good it feels to have my Daddy inside my pussy... now would I?"

I can feel my face turn red, and she smiles knowingly and then puts her head against my chest. I can smell the fresh ginger spice in her still-wet hair, and my cock loves it. Lindsay presses herself up against me, and then she pulls away.

"What?" I ask, sliding the eggs out of the pan and onto a serving plate.

"I'll be right back," she says, and she races off, but her footfalls are incredibly light like she's trying not to make a single sound or vibration. She comes back and spins around, sliding her biker shorts down to her knees and handing me a foil packet. She wriggles her ass back and forth and looks back at me. "Come on. Before she gets out of the shower."

I pull my cock back out, tear the condom open and roll it on, and Lindsay reaches back, pulls her delicious ass open, and I step forward, sliding into her supremely wet pussy with one easy push.

"God damn!" Lindsay groans as my cock bottoms out, thumping her cervix hard.

"You're so fucking wet," I groan, my cock sliding in and out of her in deep, steady strokes.

"I had to wash my pussy out," Lindsay groans as I keep fucking her sweet tight hole. "I guess I still had water in there."

"It feels so good," I groan as she tightens herself up, and my cock slides in deep, running up her spine. She gasps and regrabs her ass cheeks, pulling herself open even more.

"I'm gonna cum," she groans as her hips begin to tremble in reoccurring spasms, and she grabs the counter for support.

"Let it happen," I say softly, yanking her hips back, fucking her pussy onto my cock. "Cum for Daddy."

"Oh my god!" Lindsay yelps, slapping a hand over her mouth, and then she shakes her ass, dropping, and then she struggles to straighten her legs, but her body isn't responding.

I turn, push her against the counter, and grab her hips, lifting her into the air. My cock plows into her, driving deep and hard, seeking out unexplored territory to plant my seed. Lindsay's body trembles while I hold her suspended, my cock ramming into her over and over again. Her legs bend, come up behind us, and I feel her pussy spasm, gripping and releasing me as an insanely hard orgasm floods through her body.

My cock is still pumping in and out of her when her orgasm subsides, and I slowly lower her down to the ground. She stands on her own and then spins around, her eyes glassy with satiated need.

"Fuck me like that every day," Lindsay begs, and I smile. Her hand reaches down, strokes my cock, and then she looks down, alarmed. "Did you cum?" She asks.

"No," I say, not too concerned with it. "The condom-"

"Oh, fuck no," Lindsay says, yanking the thing off of me.

"Owww!" I say as more than a couple of hairs leave in the process.

"Sorry," Lindsay says, and she drops to her knees and opens her mouth. It's like Deja-vu as she starts sucking my cock, sliding it all the way into the back of her throat. The only difference is Lindsay's throat isn't as wide or deep as Eileen's, and she can't take me more than four inches before gagging.

She sucks and slides, working my cock as best she can, but I realize quickly whatever spermicide or lube is on the condom, it has a numbing effect, and I'm not going to cum any time soon. I tell her this, and she stands up, looking supremely disappointed.

"That fucking sucks," Lindsay says, touching her lips. "My... my mouth is numb."

"I told you," I chuckle, and then I hurry to put myself away before we have company.

"We'll do it later," Lindsay says quickly. "I'll make you cum. I promise."

I smirk, thinking a lot of promises are being made today. Only fate will decide if any of them come true or not.

Lindsay opens the sink cupboard, throws the condom and the foil wrapper in the trash, and then pulls her shorts back up, not bothering to wipe any of her juices off before doing so.

"You're still...wet," I say as I hear a sharp knocking at the front door.

"I'm always wet," Lindsay says with a minx-like smile.

"Well, you're going to have to change your shorts with that much-" I stop speaking as I answer the door and I see there's another sheriff's deputy standing there.