Jennifer sat there, a raw visceral look on her face. Mackenzie laughed. I turned my face toward the boarded-up window, trying to hide the shock, and just a hint of intrigue visible on my lips. Would she agree to do it? I didn't know. With all the things that had happened over the past few days, I really couldn't be sure. Even then, the more I learned about my daughter's true feelings, the reasons why she did certain things, and the way she carried herself, it was slowly becoming more and more evident that she might actually agree to do it.
I, on the other hand, was going to refuse. There was no way I was going to let Jennifer do that. No way, no how. She was my daughter, and even though we loved each other desperately, and we trusted each other absolutely, without limitations, I was not going to give in to the twisted machinations of her friend...no matter how many times she let me fuck her.
"Come on," Mackenzie said slyly. "It's not like I'm daring you to have his baby!"
"Jesus Christ," I said, turning back to the conversation at hand. "She's not doing it."
"She has to!" Mackenzie shouted then. "That's the rules! If you didn't wanna play, you shouldn't have started!"
"Settle down," I said then, my voice taking a hard edge.
"N-nnnnaaaahhhh! That's bullshit!" Mackenzie shouted.
"Dad...." I turned to look at Jennifer, who was sitting quietly, a very thoughtful look on her face.
"Don't tell me you're thinking about doing it," I said, a tiny bit of pleading evident in my voice.
"Hold on. You always tell me to think of things from a different angle. A different perspective."
"Sucking my dick?" I questioned. My cock thumped in my pants, betraying me like a dime-bag hooker ready to cut ties with its only protector, for another quick, cheap fix. I clenched my jaw and tried to will it away, but it stayed right where it was, remembering the dildo show Mackenzie had put on earlier. I looked at the dildo sitting on the couch and focused on it. It looked extremely life-like, right down to the folds of skin at the base, the ball-sack, and a strong prominently ridged head.
"Dad," Jennifer said softly. "I can do this."
"No, you can't," I said.
"No, I can," she said again. "Think of it this way. It's skin. You lick your lips, it's skin. You kiss someone, it's skin."
"You eat my pussy," Mackenzie said leeringly.
"It's still skin," Jennifer retorted. "She wants to play the game, we'll play the game," Jennifer said then.
"No, we won't," I said.
"Yes Daddy, we will," Jennifer said, speaking to me through gritted teeth. I glared at her, and she leaned over quickly, put her lips right up against the edge of my ear, and breathed into it, the words were barely comprehensible, but it was communication, and it was secret. "One time. It's a split second. Nothing more. Nobody will know and nobody will care." I sucked in the deepest breath of air I'd ever taken in, and let it out so slowly, I could have exhaled for a year. "With everything we've already done, that nobody else knows about...this is easy. She has no clue the can of worms she's opened."
Jennifer pulled away from me and then slid off her chair to kneel on the floor. She motioned to me and then crawled across the room on her knees until she was right next to my chair.
"Sideways. I wanna make sure you're actually doing it, and not faking!" Mackenzie shouted like a ringmaster, working the audience. I envisioned her with a top hat and a bull-whip in her hand, and suddenly the outfit she was wearing fit right in.
"Take it out," Jennifer said, sitting back on her heels and waiting patiently, her hands on her knees.
"I can't...I can't fucking believe I'm doing this," I said, throwing Mackenzie a nasty look.
"Don't act like it's so gross," Mackenzie said viciously. "You just said you've been thinking about fucking her."
"It was a dream," I said, pulling my slacks down to my ankles.
"Uh-huh," Mackenzie said, snickering at the distress Jennifer and I were enduring.
"Mmmm," Mackenzie said, craning her neck to see past Jennifer's head and shoulders, spotting my Lieutenant Erection, reporting for stiff duty. "Looks like you might still be thinking about it."
"It's a natural reaction," I said, turning my chair so that I was sitting sideways in front of the fireplace. "And it's cold."
"Cold makes your willy shrink," Mackenzie said, and she was correct. "So if your cock is hard, it must really want it."
"Don't listen to her," Jennifer said, her eyes fixated on the bottom of my shirt where it overhung my underwear.
"Are you sure?" I asked again, feeling horrible, and at the same time, I couldn't stop imagining Jennifer's lips wrapping around the shaft of my cock, hungrily sucking me from tip to base to tip. I ripped my head upwards, swearing at the ceiling.
"Come on," Mackenzie said softly now, her voice purring in my ears. "Come on Big Daddy. I wanna see...."
Jennifer picked her chin up and looked directly into my eyes, and then, her mouth came open, ever so slightly, and I watched as her tongue and lips formed a tiny series of words that only I could see. "I...love...you...daddy."
My cock hammered in my underwear as if shooting my load right then, and I had to grab it to calm things down.
"God damn!" Mackenzie yelped, scooting to the edge of the couch and leaning forward.
"Jennifer," I groaned.
"It'll be okay," Jennifer said with a knowing smile. "Now, let's get this done."
Slowly, I reached up under my shirt, grabbed the waistband of my underwear, and pulled it down. The shaft of my cock sprang free, thick, and hard, ready for the ultimate pleasure sensation.
