The scene unfolding before me was so perfect that it was like I was in a dream. In front of me were two young ladies who, at 18 and 19 years of age, were prime examples of sweet young flesh that any guy their age would love to sample. For a 52 year man like yours truly, it was a fantasy come to life.
The 18 year old was a young lady that I had just met. She's an adorable little butterball with short black hair and to say she was nervous would be a gross understatement. Her eyes were bugging out of her head as she stood there, shifting her weight from foot to foot while I looked her over.
All tits and ass. That was the description I had been given of this girl named Karen, and even though she was dressed in clothes designed to hide rather than flatter, it was clear that it would take more than the crossing of her arms across her chest to hide the fact that Karen had big tits.
She had a nice round butt that's evident even in the loose jeans she's wearing too, and while she probably could stand to lose a little of the baby fat she was carrying, I couldn't wait to get that baggy blouse off of her and get better acquainted.
The other young lady, Shawn, is nothing like her friend. She's a slender blonde with big blue eyes and a bright smile. Shawn has perky tits that, while barely big enough to fill my hand, stick straight out and cry out to be sucked on.
Shawn's got a sweet and tight pussy too. Shaved, much to my dismay, since I prefer the more natural look, but that smooth little mound is still irresistible to me. Once I started sampling it, I was hooked. The fact that I'm her Dad doesn't even bother me anymore.
It's not surprising that Karen would be attracted to Shawn. Who wouldn't? Shawn didn't exactly resist Karen's advances, because she's been known to go that way from time to time, but she did insist that Shawn come home and meet her old man. That's my baby girl.
I guess it's a sign of how much Karen wanted my daughter, because according to Shawn, Karen had only had sex with one guy her entire life. For her to agree to come and meet me showed the allure of my sweet child, and even after Shawn had explained to the little dyke that this wasn't going to be just a social call, she still came.
We were in my bedroom - my bedroom because of the need for a bigger bed - even though I liked it better when we used Shawn's room. You know, the stuffed animals and the posters of all of the teen idols adds another layer of nastiness to the scenario, but when we have company we make adjustments.
"Everything cool, Karen," my daughter said as she gave her friend a little hug. "You like my Dad, don't you? Isn't he awesome looking?"
Karen still had the "deer in the headlights" look about her, and I smiled as our eyes met. I think my daughter's a little wacky as far as her description of me, but who am I to complain. Shawn tells girls that I look a little like Nicolas Cage, although given the movies he's been making lately I'm not sure that's a good thing.
Shawn, who at around 5'6" was almost a half foot taller than her chunky friend, moved behind Karen and wrapped her arms around her. Giving me a knowing wink, Shawn's hands took Karen arms away from their protective role in covering her chest, and then cupped her own hands over Karen's breasts.
"Mmm," Shawn said as she fondled Karen's tits through the fabric. "Isn't my bud as awesome as I told you? You should see the size of Karen's breasts, Daddy."
"You're right," I said in agreement. "I should."
"Why don't you show Karen yours first, Daddy?" Shawn suggested. "I told her all about you."
"Karen doesn't seem all that interested in me," I said as I looked at the dazed look Shawn's friend had, whether it was from the situation she was in or the way that my daughter was kneading her jugs through her blouse and bra.
"Yes she is Daddy. Aren't you Karen?" Shawn asked her friend, who managed a shrug of her shoulders. "Karen didn't believe me when I told her how big your dick is."
"Shawn tends to exaggerate sometimes," I said, giving Karen a shrug of my own shoulders before slowly pulling down the zipper of my trousers and making a dramatic reach into the fly.
It's all in the presentation sometimes, and it did help that I was already a bit aroused at the proceedings that had been going on around me, but after I extracted my cock from the confines of my briefs and let it hang out of the opening of my pants like that Mapplethorpe photo long ago, the look on Karen's face was priceless.
"Told ya!" Shawn giggled as Karen's eyes darted over to my daughter. "Wanna help me give him head?"
"Why don't you get your friend comfortable first?" I suggested as I undid my trousers and shorts and let them fall to the carpet.
"Daddy wants to see your titties," Shawn explained as she first started to undo the buttons on Karen's blouse before saying the hell with it.
Karen reluctantly lifted her arms and let my daughter pull the blouse off of her. The girl was wearing a bra - a long line contraption built for the heavy duty work it had to do instead of designed for fashion - and her cleavage was cavernous.
Shawn was kind enough to unhook the bra for the terrified teen, and when the last hook came free the harness lurched off of Karen. Shawn peeled the cups away and exposed the biggest pair of tits I had even seen in person outside of a strip club.
Karen's tits weren't the silicone variety, however. Her breasts were 100% real, and while they might not have the cosmetic perfection of my man-made mammaries, the way that my daughter's fingers dug into the plaint softness made it clear that these jugs were a joy to hold.
"Incredible," I sighed as I finished unbuttoning my shirt and watched Shawn slobber all over her friend's tits, licking the wide coaster-like aureoles and making the fat stubs of her nipples pop out.
Karen's eyes moved in the direction of my voice, and when she saw my hand stroking what had become longer and thicker as a result of seeing her, she started to panic, saying something like she couldn't do this.
"Sure you can," Shawn said, using a calming tone in her voice to soothe her friend's fear. "You want me, don't you? I want you too. Here. Help me take my blouse off."
Shawn brought Karen's hands up to the buttons on her blouse, and when her fingers got moving she forgot about me being there, at least for a minute. After Karen pulled apart the blouse, she let out a little sob before lurching forward and attacking Shawn's titties.
My daughter and I exchanged knowing looks as we watched Karen's smother Shawn's perky sprouts with as much passion as I had even done. I didn't think that this was the first time Karen had gotten this far with my daughter, but she was acting like it was.
"Easy babe," Shawn was saying as she pushed Karen's away from her for a second.
"You're so beautiful," Karen sobbed, and she really was crying a little, her body shaking as she looked up at my daughter.
"You are too Karen," Shawn said. "Let my Daddy see you."
