It was early Saturday morning. I got up and showered, my mind replaying the many erotic events since the girls arrived on Thursday. The thoughts of my daughter's sexual escapades with Carrie and Billy, and then our adventure last night had me hard in no time. I expected that things might get intense as the day wore on, so I avoided ejaculation, and it was good that I did.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked down the hall and into to my bedroom. I stopped abruptly when I saw Carrie standing next to my bed in the blue blouse and panties from last night.
"Carrie. Up early again?"
"Well, you owe me, don't you?" she asked in a saucy tone. Yes, she delivered on showing how Liv is not my innocent little girl anymore, and now I "owed" the teenager the privilege of a mouthful of my cum.
What was I supposed to do, go back on my word? I laughed at the notion and dropped the towel where I stood. Carrie took my arm and stood me next to the bed, got on her knees, and coveted my semi-erect cock in her small hands. Her mouth was on me instantly and one hand reached up to place my hand firmly on the back of her head. Carrie made loud suctioning noises and drooled saliva all over my organ, so I figured I should play along.
"You are a dirty little cocksucker aren't you, Carrie?"
Carrie suctioned hard and then released my dick with a popping noise. "And so is Livvy," came her retort, looking up at me. Her mouth lost the "O" shape as she smiled at me. "Call me Liv, again, DADDY."
Why not, I thought. "Alright, Liv. Lick Daddy's balls!"
The teen gripped my cock upright and licked at the wrinkled skin between my balls, pressing her flat tongue into the base of my cock. Then she wrapped her soft lips around my left nut, and looked up at me. "Like this, Daddy?"
"That's my good little girl, Liv. Do you want Daddy to fill your mouth with his hot seed?" In for a penny, I thought.
Carrie let go of my ball sack and said, "Fuck yes!"
"Then show Daddy how you like to deep throat him and maybe he will give you that present you want so badly!"
The girl became voracious; she took my fat cock halfway down her esophagus, delighting in the gurgling noises she was making. She struggled with my girth but her lips and tongue had me nearing orgasm far sooner than I wanted.
"God, Liv, I want to cum in your mouth so badly."
Our eyes locked and Carrie nodded obediently. I used both hands on her head to show her the rhythm that would have me nutting all over her in only a few seconds. Carrie somehow used a muscle at the back of her tongue to suction my knob into her constrictive throat.
"Here it comes, sweet girl," I said in a low voice, afraid our noises might wake Liv up down the hall. I knew Carrie wanted it, so when I felt the first shot of semen rocketing up my urethra, I held her sweet young head still and jettisoned two full squirts right down her throat.
Carrie gagged and swallowed like a champ, and then fought to pull back from drowning in my cum. I let go and her right hand took over, milking my cock of four more streams of cum. She wiped my reddened knob across her mouth and cheeks, smearing my cock snot above her upper lip like a pro. I lay back on the bed, spent once more by this vivacious nymph. Carrie stood next to the bed, tasting each finger. Then she did something quite unexpected.
Carrie turned to the smoke alarm in the corner of the room - yes, the one that has the surveillance camera covertly mounted inside it - and waved.
I was stunned. How could she know about the camera? Had she been sneaking around the house looking for them?
Carrie looked back my way and said, "Wave to Liv, Mike. Maybe she is watching right now!" I looked toward the camera, flabbergasted. I bolted upright.
"What the...?"
Carrie sat next to me on the bed. "You really should use passwords on your computer, Mike."
"You... you told Liv about the cameras?" A felt sick in my stomach.
"Relax. She is still asleep. I was just fucking with you." Carrie stroked my bare thigh and got up, adding, "Okay, we are even." She sucked her index finger once more. "I would say that you are paid in full."
I had forgotten about the surveillance camera being on while Carrie was blowing me. A thought flashed of Liv finding the video and seeing me throat-fucking Carrie while clearly calling her Liv. I worried that hearing those words from me might repulse my only daughter.
When Carrie got to the door, she said, "I'm going back to bed. I feel like adding some of your daughter's sweet pussy to your cum." Jesus, I thought, that girl just keeps turning up the heat.
I got dressed and went downstairs. I cut up some vegetables and meats to make omelettes, and began frying one up for me, when I heard the girls coming down the stairs. Both wore sundresses, but this time neither girl sported a bra beneath. Each teen made eye contact, almost daring me to get caught staring at their breasts - Liv's much more bouncier than Carrie's..
I offered, "I'm making breakfast. Are you two interested?"
Carrie nodded while Liv said, "Thanks, Daddy. That would be nice." I caught Carrie standing behind Liv, licking each one of her fingers, smiling like a Cheshire cat. It was then that I could not help myself but to watch the pendulous sway of Liv's heavy orbs beneath her dress as she walked to the kitchen table.
It was the craziest of things that, as I made omelettes and we sat down to eat, the conversation turned to the most mundane things. While I was mulling over the multiple events - jaw dropping ones at that - the girls chatted as though we were three normal adults who hadn't fornicated in such kinky ways.
Then, Liv asked, "Did Carrie tell you about Billy?"
My eyes went to her teen friend, who looked delighted. "No, she didn't," I answered, not taking my eyes off Carrie. My stomach tensed up while Carrie paused for effect.
Carrie finally said, "It turns out that Billy's aunt lives a few blocks from here. So Billy is coming up to spend the day here, while his Mom is visiting her sister."
Liv added, almost as if choreographed, "Billy can get a ride back to school with us tomorrow if it's okay that he stays the night. Is it okay Daddy?"
"Sure. Why not?" I wanted to add, "What else has Carrie planned for me?", but I didn't want to give her even more satisfaction.
We were eating our last bites of egg when the doorbell rang. Liv got up to answer, and Carrie stood to gather the used dishes and take them to the sink. Carrie looked around to ensure that Liv wasn't nearby, and said, "Mmm, delicious pussy. Want a taste?" She licked her lips and gave me a deep tongue kiss. There was definitely a flavor to her lips and tongue.
I brought the rest of the dishes plus the frying pan over, where Carrie was running hot water to fill the sink. "Wash or dry?" she asked.
"Dry." I wondered where Liv had gotten to while we took care of the dishes and when the last one was put away, Carrie took my hand and said, "Come with me." She led me toward my office.
"We have one more surprise for you, Mike," she said, as we walked down the hall. What the hell were these two up to? Opening the office door, Carrie said, "Here, sit." I took my seat at the computer. Carrie leaned over my shoulder and opened the security camera app, her cropped hair brushing against mine. I smelled her perfume as the camera in the family room showed Liv kneeling next to the sofa, yanking who could only be Billy's sweatpants down.
His 6'4" lanky body towered over Liv, his eyes fixed on her, his hand on hips awaiting my daughter's oral services. Billy's black, shoulder length, curly hair looked like a "Jesus" style cut, as did his thick black beard and moustache.
Before his Calvin Klein's hit the floor, Billy said, "Suck that thing, you cunt. Did you bring me hear to tease me or what?" Liv obediently raised his semi-hard hose up and pulled back the abundant foreskin of his dark brown cock, and wrapped her lips around the fleshy knob.
Carrie lowered a hand to my crotch and found my already aroused shaft. "Livvy does like to please," she whispered in my ear. My daughter began fellating this man on command, slobbering over and working the mid-twenties man's cock into its formidable length. Meanwhile, Carrie slipped her hand beneath my blue jeans and began toying with my cock.
"She loves that dick, Mike. Look at her go." Billy's hands had a firm grip on Liv's head, pushing her to various lengths of what must be eight or nine inches of rigid and slender cock, and forcing her down until her lips were pressed into his thick, black pubes.
Billy held her so long at his root, that I wondered if she was okay. Panic set in while he yanked Liv's hair back until his cock sprung free. Long tendrils if saliva formed a tenuous bridge from Liv's lips to Billy's cock head. Carrie used her thumb to rub the pool of precum all around the head of my cock. Tears streamed down Liv's face as she went back for more.
