I woke up holding Susan. She had moved from her "legs raised" position, to snuggling with her back against me. We were both naked. Spooning. My hand was on her breasts, cupping it, and I could smell the mixture of her faint perfume, and our sex. I could hear her breathing. It was nearly 11 a.m. We had been resting together for nearly 4 hours.
I backed out from under the thin covers we had drawn over us, gently rustling her in the process, just enough for her to stir, lift her own eyelids, and roll towards me. Over her shoulder "Good morning, Daddy. Are you o.k.?" The sincerity in her eyes told me about her love, and I meekly responded "yes, pumpkin, just a lot to take in, that's all." I saw her eyes drop for a moment, and I quickly took the queue "You, my dear daughter...are absolutely beautiful, in every way I can think."
Susan lifted her eyes to me, and closing the gap between us, her lips instantly connected with mine, her tongue entering my mouth just far enough to cause me to pause, and her lips pressed forward again, wetly. The lipstick was still present, and I watched her lips approach me in awe. "I love you, Dad. That was, good, wasn't it?" Her smile returning now. "Thanks for resting with me, but more importantly, thanks for the gift of a new life" Susan was rubbing her smooth, flat belly, her breasts perked above her hands, still very red and swollen from my mouth. "I hope we have a son." As she lifted her body slightly, slipping her legs off the mattress to stand, there was more to come "Holy crap, Dad...how much did you PUT in me? Look at this." I had already gotten off the bed, and was leaning just next to her to find my own clothes, when she turned to faced me.
My cum was literally pouring out of her. She looked down and held her fingers on either side of her labia, pulling them up and spreading them open, and the effect was to remove any sealing effect they may have been having. It wasn't thick, it was just several "pumps" of clear, viscous fluid coating her lower opening, and flowing heavily down her thigh now, nearly to her ankle. "Uh...yep...that should've done it, Dad. Geesh...I knew you were a heavy cummer, but wow...you didn't have to drown me." Her fingers tried to direct the flow, but only ended up getting covered themselves, and Susan took the moment to taste. "Yummy!" she smiled at me. "Just wait until Petra feels this!" and with that, she scooted towards the shower.
I found my gym shorts, a loose T-shirt, and listening to her humming in the shower, decided a breakfast was in order. Maybe a long run. Maybe psychotherapy, I don't know. This was weird. The thing is, my balls ached. Not painful, just ...I don't know...they were swollen and achy. I cupped them with my hand and felt they were...well...full. Not certain how to describe it. Usually, in the past, frequent sex sessions with Tammy would cause them to hang low and the sacs skin feel thin and loose, but this was different. These were heavy in my hand, swollen, and... well... it felt really good. I think the nap with Susan had helped me regain some strength, and now, my stomach beckoned.
I slowly trodded out of the bedroom, and leaning over the balcony, wiping the rest from my eyes, I could smell the aroma of coffee, bacon, and toast rising up the stairwell, just in front of the front doorway. "Man, that smells good." It was Riley who greeted me with smiles and giggles as I descended the steps and sat down at the table.
Riley spoke first "Um...so...Mr. D.," she intoned, approaching me from my right side as she set down a plate and a glass of orange juice in front of me "did you get enough rest last night". Riley was dressed in a plush cotton bathrobe, bunny slippers and all, her hair pulled back and tied with a scrunchy. Her robe, however, was undone in front, and my side-ways glance at her was greeted first by her amazing right breast perched high atop her chest, and her amazing, thick areola and nipple bounced with the movement. No bra. No panties. Oh, Fuck, really?
I could see freckles everywhere again, across her chest, down her breasts, across those delicious abs, and above and entering her light red pubes. My mind was taken back to that moment of intense heat when I could feel her breath in my ear as she orgasmed riding the top of my cock. My breath paused, and she noticed.
"hmm...Well, Mr. D., apparently so", and resting her youthful ass on my right knee, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her lips into my ear "You're in for quite a day, Mr. D. I'm supposed to be a good girl and wait my turn, but right now, I really don't want to be." Riley's tongue reached into my ear and licked, as her teeth gently nibbled the lobe. I lowered my head slightly, gazing at her breast now, so close to me once again, and my left hand slipped effortlessly into and under her robe, streaking up past her thighs. Riley cooed in my ear and spread her right thigh just slightly, allowing me to find her protruding labia, now hot and moist, my fingers lightly parting them and finding her clit, lifted it gently.
The motion caused Riley to exhaust her lungs into my ears at that moment, and her right hand landed on my chest, rubbing through my T-shirt. "N-n-no...Mr. D...wait...I'm supposed to...wait...oh...fuck." and I dropped my head into her chest, instantly pulling her nipple into my mouth, the firmness of her areola once again surprising me. "Oh, FUCK..Mr. D...Oh...Oh...fuuuuuck." and my fingers slipped down through Riley's wetness and finding the entrance, I pressed two gently inside her. She was sticky. Wet. Swollen. Visions of Susan's own stickiness indicating her fertility popped into my mind, and I felt my cock swell further with the thought.
"Dammit, Riley...it's my turn, and you know it!" Petra's voice snapped at us from behind the chair. "Do you have NO self-control?" We both jumped at the voice, and Petra was smiling behind us, now approaching, and slipped both arms around my neck, kissing my left cheek, where Riley wasn't. Oh...my...she smelled good. Riley...Riley smelled like a woman in heat, her essence now drifting up on the hot air emanating from her woman hood where my fingers were still lodged, but Petra smelled like rain. WHAT was that fragrance, and how does an 18 year old know how to wear it, anyways?
Riley closed her legs around my hands, forcing them to leave, and quickly stood up off my lap "I'm sorry, Petra...I'm sorry...I just...fuck...I am so, ready, P. Please..?"
"You know the arrangements, Ri...wait your damned turn. The guy hasn't even had breakfast yet!"
Riley's face was flushed, and the freckles only accentuated her condition. "o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k." and she turned back towards the sink, a few lonely dishes beckoning her.
Petra spoke next "So...Mr. D. 'red lipstick'? What's THAT all about?" I demurred, and my stomach reminded me about the plate in front of me, though Petra's form and figure, dressed in a black, button-up nighty, not silk, but really thin, gave away her own womanly charms, and had me captivated. Her black hair hung low on her shoulders, and those legs...dammit...those endlessly supple, smooth, gazelle-like springs blended in a set of hips just under her nighty that guys kill for.
Each step away from me reminded me about the strength of that ass swaying. There were no panty lines. I could see that clearly, and when she turned to make certain I was watching...and I was watching...my eyes moved back up her supple form to see her breasts and nipples strain once again against the fabric. She didn't need a bra...she needed to pass out epicac syrup to wake me up after I fainted from the sight of those amazing nipples waiting to be set free. They were heavier than Riley's, not as much areola...but lighter than Susan's, and without a bra, moved like magic inside her gown. Every guy knows that motion. It locks up our brain.
Sitting down now across from me "Mr. D., this must seem a bit much from us" her maturity now surprising me. "Did Susan explain it all? Do you understand where we're coming from, and what we want? How it is you fit in? What we need?"
"Fuck, P, of course she did...you heard them this morning, right?" Riley shot into the conversation from her head turned above the sink.
The orange juice slid down my throat effortlessly, and I replied, blushing, I'm sure "Well, yes, ladies, as a matter of fact, she did. I must say, I've got more than a few thoughts and emotions going here."
"Look, Mr. D", Petra stared forth into my eyes. Man. I could get lost in those in a hurry, I thought. "This isn't some 'flavor-of-the-day' thing we've decided on. We've been discussing this a lot over the past, what Riley, 5 maybe 6 months?"
"To be sure" Riley spoke. "Ever since that dickless Blake and his escapades, I guess...and Jodi's death."
Now THAT brought things into better focus. Jodi was the 4th of this crew. To say these were all friends doesn't quite capture the extent of that friendship. These kids had all known each other since preschool, I think, and her car accident and death last fall rocked their perceptions of time and mortality.
Petra went on "We're young. We have good lives, with good family, and we're ready now, Mr. D. to pass that life along, even as we prepare for our own." Petra stood, and walking around the table to sit next to me, continued "we three...Riley, Susan, me...we know we'll find 'Mr. Right' someday, because he'll accept us as we are, like you do, but more importantly, he'll accept our kids, too. THAT'S how we'll know he's 'the one'. In the meantime, we'll be busy with college, and get on to our lives."
Riley, now turned around, facing us, and I gazed to my right to see her, and listen. "You, Mr. D. You're the only guy we know who has everything we're needing for this transition in our lives. You've said it before...your business is successful, and you want to help us out when we need it. So...we're saying yes!"
"Mostly Maribel, Mr. D." Petra added, "but probably some other, minor stuff. It won't be much, since we're practically on campus, anyways in that big ol' house, and we'll all be working anyways." True to that; this was a requirement I placed on Susan. Sounds like they all had the same, good plan to stay working.
"We want someone reliable, Mr. D." Riley came back. Now crossing the gap to put her hands on my shoulders. "Someone we trust, but more importantly, someone we love" and she kissed me on the left cheek.
...and she held it there. Her mouth...that kiss...penetrated into me. I got it.
"Girls, this is dangerous. What if someone finds out?"
"WHO...the fuck...COULD find out, Mr. D.?" It was Riley. Good God...that Irish spirit. "It's not like YOU'RE going to talk it around, right? You couldn't possibly be that stupid?"
"And we're certainly not going to be 'spreading the news' ", Petra added. "Like Riley said, we want discretion, and something to last long-term from someone we know, love, and trust."
"Please, Mr. D...say you understand? Besides...think of the 'long term' benefits of this until we DO find Mr. Right?" It was Riley speaking, but I was looking at Petra.
