This is the second chapter of a multi-part story centred around Mike, Trish and her friends.
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Unfortunately, this is mostly a true story. I have only changed a few of the details and names, of course, for
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My daughter's bottom had been on my mind a lot the last couple of days. Trish had moved back "home" for a research job after being away for a few years at uni completing her under graduate degree.
Initially, it took a little adjustment having her around; I was used to living by myself. It's fair to say that I developed a bit of a sexual obsession with her, which we'd happily consummated, after I began unwittingly to sleep-rape her one night.
Luckily for me, it seems that being sleep-raped by her Dad was something that turned Trish on. Trish was a good girl. After our first fuck, she had suggested that we try anal and I was definitely up for that, in more ways than one. She had a cute arse; I enjoyed looking at it and I had fond memories of her sitting in my lap over the years. Fucking my daughter's arse was definitely high on my list of priorities.
I hadn't made any move on her butt yet. I thought it best to not be in too much of rush to stampede in through the backdoor. I'd give it a little pat or a squeeze, if she was nearby, that sort of thing, just to keep it in play.
When I was alone in the evenings, unable to sleep, I would masturbate while looking at some of the videos and snaps that I had secretly taken of Trish, like when she was topless and rubbing suncream on her little tits. She looked so fresh and hot, that scene always got me hard.
This morning though, Trish was sounding me out about something else.
"So, Dad," she said, dropping a Trish-smile bomb with extra dimples.
After a smile like that, it was a foregone conclusion that I was going to say "yes", no matter what she was going to ask. Trish-smiles are impossible to resist.
"I thought that I might invite some of my old school friends over on Saturday night."
"Given you're twenty-two, Trish," I said earnestly, "I doubt that you'd have any "old" school friends. Horny, young nubile school friends: maybe. Unless of course you're meaning some of your teachers?... Do you? Because that would be very weird."
She playfully poked her tongue out at me. That was OK, I knew where that had been a few nights ago.
"You know what I mean, Dad...," she said, arms folded in mock disapproval. "Unless the senility is kicking in. Oh, and Connie's coming over to help me plan and organise everything."
"Connie?" I said trying to hide my unhealthy lascivious interest in Trish's hot best friend. "That's nice. I haven't seen her for a couple of years."
Connie and Trish had met when they were babies in play group and had instantly become best friends. Connie had spent a lot of time here over the years, swimming, sleep-overs, even holidays away with her. I guess that I'd watched Connie grow up as closely as I'd watched Trish. She was more like a second daughter than a family friend and we'd always got on well together. I'd been attracted to Connie from the start and I had taken every opportunity over the years to let her see how much I enjoyed having her around.
"She asked how you were going," Trish said smiling once more.
"Cool," I said. "She was always a fun girl."
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I'd had a quiet morning and the day had languidly drifted into early afternoon. Trish was out somewhere. It was endlessly warm so the pool was the only place to be.
I was happily doing my laps, fondly recalling Trish and our first incestuous fuck while I swam. It was still hard to believe that I'd been able to fuck Trish like that. I hadn't held back and Trish had done everything I'd told her to. The sense of control was almost as exciting as the fucking. Not that Trish had been "forced" to do anything, well not after I'd sleep-raped her; anyway, she had been willing and happy to continue fucking. I could still see my cock filling her mouth or sliding in her cunt. It was always something very special for a dad to fuck his daughter. And afterwards, she had offered me her arse! My god, I couldn't wait to get my cock up there...
The pleasant train of thought was causing my cock to grow. When I paused, I stroked myself for some relief. The self-stimulation just made me hornier. A fuck now, was just what I needed.
"Hey, Dad, I'm back." Trish! Right on cue. "Connie is here, too."
Connie as well! That gave my cock a turbo boost, (although it probably meant an immediate Trish-fuck was off the agenda).
Connie was a year younger than Trish, so that would make her 21 years old, I calculated. She was blonde to Trish's brunette, dark blue eyes and a great sense of humour. I hadn't seen her for a while, not since Trish had been away at ANU. I was keen to see her again.
I swam over to the edge of the pool to have a better look, my stiff cock was like a winged keel or something, under the water. Trish was out on the pool deck in a short pair of shorts and a shirt knotted below the Maginot Line of her tits. Sexy girl. It was a nice angle, looking up at her from the water. Connie was still in the shadows in the background.
"Heya, Daddio," said Trish playfully. "Thought you might like to say hello to Connie. She was keen to see you again."
Connie milled about in the background. Was she nervous? Or not really that bothered?
"Sure," I said, "though Trish, I'm not "decent". I didn't realise that you'd be bringing friends back home..."
"That's OK, I'll get something to cover up your shame for you," she said. "We don't want Connie to be traumatised by seeing your dick again," she added smiling and headed off towards the laundry.
"Hi, Connie," I called out, "Long time, no see. How are you?"
She emerged from the shadows with a cute little wave to say hello. God! Connie was even more of a goddess than I remembered. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her face was fit and angular like a fashion model. Her breasts were larger than I recalled, but her physique was still slender and lithe. Connie was hotter than ever! She could only see my head as my naked body was hidden in the pool, I grabbed my balls and rubbed my dick against my body. She was wearing a summer dress but sadly, from where I was in the pool, below her, I couldn't see up it. I couldn't help thinking how good she would look naked with her legs spread.
"Hi, Mr. Barlow," she said, her face exploding into an exuberant Connie-smile.
"Just call me Mike, Connie," I said. "We've known each other for long enough."
"OK, Mike," she said, just trying it on for size.
"It's really great to see you again," I said genuinely, while still wanting to see more of her. "Trish and I were talking about you just a few days ago."
"Trish said she is loving being back home with you, Mr., um, Mike," Connie told me.
"It's just like old times," I agreed. I wondered if Trish had told Connie about our fuck?
We chatted about family stuff and her uni studies: she had topped her year and won the Architecture prize. I wouldn't have minded topping the sexy twenty-one year old architecture student and giving her a creamy prize. My cock was hard. I imagined how it would look disappearing up Connie's tunnel of cunt.
Trish arrived back on the scene to interrupt my erotic fantasy and very indiscreetly tossed me my pair of Speedos.
"There you go, perverted man," she said to the mirth of herself and Connie, no doubt ruining any slim chance I had of impressing the very impressive Connie. Chastened, I slipped the Speedos on and slid my hard cock in sideways.
"So what are you girls going to do now?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation in a more positive direction.
"We came back to have a swim," Trish said, "and to sort out things for the weekend's soirée for horny, nubile girls." They both laughed at Trish's joke, recycling my words from earlier.
"Oh, OK, great," I said. "I was just getting out, anyway. I'll leave it to you both."
"Oh, don't hop out because of us, Mr. Barlow, um, I mean, Mike," Connie said. "You always used to swim with us, remember?"
I did remember. We'd all swum naked back then.
"Yeah, it's OK, Dad," Trish added.
"OK," I agreed, "like old times. But just for a little while though. I've been in for a while."
I watched as the two nymphets shed their summery clothes and stripped down to their swimmers. Trish was wearing her white bikinis and Connie wore a dark one-piece that made the most of every curve of her youthful, sexy body. The suit was cut high on her hips, emphasising her narrow waist, the swell of her breasts and the long pelvic peninsula of sex that extended below her waist and down between the top of her thighs. Connie's tits were larger than Trish's, but not by much and her nipple bumps were clearly visible under the thin fabric of her swimmers. It wasn't cold so she must have be excited or maybe just nervous. My tongue did circles inside my mouth. Her shapely arse cheeks were toned and hung deliciously out from the back of her one-piece. Fuck, she looked a trillion dollars. I was hard again. And drooling from my mouth and piss slit.
The girls dived sleekly into the pool with barely a splash. They surfaced with water and smiles breaking all over their faces. I made sure my hand was well away from my cock, but I knew my state of arousal would be definitely noticeable up close. I thought it safer to keep my distance.
Both girls were having fun in the water. There were a few ball tosses; it was nice to see the girls' graceful bodies in action as they stretched and dived to catch the ball. We swam and frolicked together in the water for about half an hour. There were a few playful touches and some body contact, which didn't ease the desire building in my loins. Connie smiled at me at one point and I thought how beautiful she would look with a cock in her mouth. My cock, that is.
"Enough for me," Trish said, "I'm hopping out. I'll have a shower, then fix some afternoon tea for us."
"Do you want a hand, Trish?" Connie asked.
"No thanks, Connie," Trish replied, "swim for as long as you like."
Trish waded up the steps, the water sensuously ran off her body. My eyes were glued to her peachy arse. She went to the outdoor shower to rinse off the salt water. I took in the view. She looked so nice showering, even in her bikini. I thought Connie would hop out and lay on the banana lounge, but she remained in the pool. Under the water my cock was pointing towards her like a divining rod. I was feeling so horny. It would be very enjoyable to fuck her pussy.
We chatted and Connie and I drifted idly together. My desire to get inside her holes was increasing with every second. And this was a great opportunity to get things rolling. I had to do something.
I suppose my success with Trish the other evening probably made me a little more confident and bolder than I might otherwise have been in a situation like this with a much younger woman. Anyway, as we floated near each other, my hand "accidentally" touched Connie's thigh. There was no harm in that, surely!
