Although the names are the same, this is a completely different fantasy than earlier submissions with other titles. All participants in the sex are over eighteen. And, again, since this is a fantasy world of my creation, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies in my world. This is a fantasy, don't try it at home.
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Both kids indicated they were going to bed. Mike and I fist bumped while Kim bent over to give me a kiss goodnight. Just as she was going to stand up, my daughter leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I have a better dildo than Tracey."
I sputtered and choked. My daughter was smiling at me as she walked out the door.
Maybe 95 per cent.
I woke up the next morning at my usual time. Scratching my balls and squeezing my morning wood, my mind drifted to the spectacular blowjob given me by Tracey the night before. That girl, my daughter's best friend, was a born cocksucker. It was absolutely the best blowjob I had ever received.
There was a smile on my face as I walked to the bathroom door, knocked on it, and walked in. We were pretty casual about nudity around the house. No one thought twice about going into the bathroom if someone else was in there. Unless I was on the throne. Everyone gave me privacy then.
Kim was fresh out of the shower and drying her hair. She hadn't bothered to wrap herself in a towel yet. Nodding appreciatively at her lovely body, almost identical to Tracey, I said good morning and edged around her to get to the toilet. Accidentally bumping her, I wrapped my arm around her front to keep her from falling. She thanked me as I relieved myself of my overnight bladder's contents.
I went downstairs in my boxers. Pouring my coffee, I asked Mike, who was eating his breakfast, what his plans were for the day. "Nothing exciting today," he said to me. "I'm going to Dean's right after school," said Mike. "I'll be home in time for dinner."
"Okay, son," I said. Moments later I heard the screen door slam closed after him.
I was leaning against the kitchen counter looking out the window at the farmer's field across the highway from our house. I heard Kim come down the stairs into the kitchen and then the rasping of the ironing board as it opened. Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at Kim and almost dropped my coffee cup.
Although I had seen her in her underwear many times over the years, this was by far the sexiest I had ever seen her looking in front of me. Getting ready to iron her school uniform she was already partially dressed. She had thigh high white stockings on as well as a skimpy matching bra and panty set.
Oh my gawd, she was fucking unbelievable. My little girl was all grown up. And out. Her tits were gorgeous, full C cups and firm. Her panties seemed to be framing her pussy. Since she was facing in my direction I could not see her ass but knew it had to be very similar to her girlfriend's ass. The one I had been fondling the night before. Remembering that episode took over my brain.
"Daddy!"
"Um...huh...what?" my daughter's voice shook me out of my reverie.
"You were staring at me, Daddy," accused Kim.
"Ummm...no, honey. I wasn't. My mind was elsewhere."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Um...um...oh...just some work stuff," I responded.
I looked up to see my daughter with her lip turned down in a pout.
"What?"
She answered me. "I'm standing here right in front of you wearing one of my sexiest outfits and all you can think of is work stuff! Daddy!" With that, the pouting look disappeared being replaced by a huge grin and laughter. Lots of laughter.
"Hmmph", I said as I turned back to the coffee pot to fix the second cup of my morning quota. When I turned back, my daughter was back in her room leaving the iron plugged in and the ironing board still set up. I took care of it.
With some reluctance, and not bothering to get dressed, I went to my home office and began surfing the internet, reading my morning papers online. My mind kept drifting away from a boring news day to Tracey and her wonderful oral skills. Of course, a hard on followed.
Later that day, now fully dressed and working on 'work stuff' at my laptop, my thoughts still kept drifting to my daughter's best friend. Out of nowhere came a thought. I'd send the orally talented teenager flowers. Quickly I ordered a dozen orange roses with a card that simply read "Thank you". That accomplished, I forced myself to focus on my business affairs.
Later on, while making dinner for the kids and I, as well as doing some chores around the house, I decided to do some laundry. I stripped the beds and put mine and Mike's sheets in the washing machine. Kim's sheets, her being a girly girl, always received special treatment and were washed separately.
Once dinner was eaten and the kitchen reassembled and reorganized, I asked my daughter to help me make the beds. Of course, her brother wasn't around to help, having escaped immediately after filling his face.
My daughter and I were just chatting about her day, typical teenager gossip, when she grabbed my attention by using Tracey's name.
"I think Tracey has a new boyfriend," she said.
Not knowing what was an appropriate response, I merely answered with a vibrant, "Oh."
"I stopped by her place on my way home and saw she received a huge bouquet of roses."
"Wow," I said. "That's some boyfriend."
"They were orange roses," said Kim.
"Orange? Isn't the usual colour red?" I asked.
"Yeah, exactly," my daughter responded. "I looked at the card but all it said was 'Thank you'."
My daughter had my full attention by this point.
"Doesn't she have a boyfriend? Why do you say it is a new one?"
Kim responded, "Cuz she told me yesterday she was dumping his ass."
"Why?", I asked.
"She said he wasn't very thoughtful. About her, I mean. He never gave her gifts or took her out anywhere special. She always said he was a Burger King!"
We both laughed at that.
"Maybe the burgermeister was finally cluing in?"
"Nah," said Kim. "She told me it was from someone new."
Oh, shit. How much did Tracey tell my daughter?
"Really," I began to lead the conversation, "where did this guy come from?"
Kim responded, "She said she has known him for a while and that he's older than her. Just like Derek."
"He seems like a lot nicer a guy than Derek sending her roses like that."
"Yeah, but she won't give me any deets. Not a clue to who he is."
"Is that unusual?"
"Yeah, it is. Tracey normally tells me everything."
"Why do you think she's holding back?"
"I dunno. But, Tracey can't keep a secret. She'll tell me soon enough. As a matter of fact, since we are finished with the chores, I'm going back up to her place," my daughter said.
It was still early, the sun still up, so she didn't need me to walk her up the street. Our house was in a safe neighbourhood but, being the conscientious father, I always escorted my girls from house to house after dark.
Oops. 'My girls'??? That just slipped out.
"Okay," I said to Kim, "let me know what you find out."
