The time in my life that I'm about to relate to you all happened around my forty fifth birthday. I was a young-looking forty-five, my good genes were kind enough to bless me with a lack of graying or balding hair, and thanks to a fairly intense gym regimen, I was in the best shape of my life. I had been married for twenty-five years, and once again, I was lucky enough to be blessed with a marriage of more highs than lows. We had two children, an eighteen year old named Hannah and fourteen year old son, Chris. I had a good job in advertising and I was making plenty. All told, my life was pretty good.
One day, I was coming home early from work. One of the perks of my new position was that when I took clients to lunch, I could sometimes just take the rest of the afternoon off. That afternoon was one of those lazy ones. I was looking forward to going home, having a beer or two and a nice relaxing time. I walked into the kitchen of my house and stood still in shock. My daughter was involved in a passionate kiss with another woman. I recognised the woman, it was her best friend Shannon.
I tried not to make any noise, just backed out of the room but my Hannah opened her eyes and saw me as I was leaving. For the rest of the afternoon I tried to get the image out of my head. My beautiful daughter, the image of her mother  short, dark hair, blue eyes, short with a slim build, high, firm breasts. Hungrily kissing her friend Shannon, blessed with long, sexy legs, large breasts and long, perfectly straight dark blonde hair. Try as I might, the image was stuck in my mind. In the evening, I was sitting in my office, trying to catch up on some work and there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said. Hannah entered. She looked at me somewhat shyly.
"I don't know what you saw this afternoon, Dad," she said hurriedly.
"I know what I saw, Hannah," I said firmly. She blushed. "And I don't have a problem with it," I continued on. "Just don't tell your mother."
"You're okay with it?" she asked, overcome with relief.
"Of course. If you want to live your life that way, it's fine with me. And you know how guys are about women being together. How could I mind?"
She smiled at me and gave me a hug.
"Thanks, Dad. I knew you'd be cool."
The next week I was finishing work early again. This time, on my way home, I decided to ring ahead and let Hannah know. She laughed when hinted at why I was letting her know. However, when I got home, there was another shock in store for me.
This time, they were both naked. Shannon was sitting on the kitchen table, her legs spread wide apart, while my daughter's dark head was buried in between them.
"Hi, Mr. Miller," Shannon said. "Hannah and I thought you might like to see what we were up to."
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even swallow.
Hannah stood up. "You know how guys are about women being together," she said, with a grin. "We want you to watch us."
Shannon looked pointedly at the obvious bulge in my suit pants.
"And yes, we want you to jerk off over us," she said.
They began to kiss. I could see their tongues protruding between their lips, probing into each other's mouths, tasting and exploring. Shannon's hand moved across my daughter's smooth skin, cupping one of her firm little breasts. I saw Hannah press her body against Shannon's hand and Shannon's answering squeeze. I couldn't resist. I just couldn't. I unzipped my pants and began to slowly stroke my cock.
"Let us see," Shannon said, "don't hide it in those boxers."
I obediently took off my boxers and stood there in my kitchen, my hard-on fully extended. I watched Shannon slide her hand up between Hannah's legs and begin to run her fingertips over her pussy. I watched my daughter spread her legs eagerly and the loving, tender way in which her friend began to gently probe her with her fingers. Shannon's thumb rubbed lightly over Hannah's exposed clitoris and my sexy daughter began to slide her pussy up and down on her friend's hand. Shannon stopped and pressed her soft mound against Hannah's and they began to rub up against each other, their breasts squashed together.
"You want to see your good little girl lick my cunt?" Shannon asked me.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes," was my response. I was stroking my cock much faster now.
Hannah wriggled between Shannon's legs. She began to lick and kiss her inner thighs while her fingertips moved lightly over Shannon's pussy lips and hard little clitty. She then spread Shannon's lips with her fingers and looked longingly at the glistening pink. I moved closer, longing to see better. I watched my daughter lower her mouth over Shannon's pussy and begin to slowly fuck it with her tongue. Then she stopped, making sure Shannon's rock hard little clit was fully exposed, and began to suck it, all the while pumping two fingers in and out of Shannon's slick little hole.
I came. I couldn't hold back any longer. My cock twitched and spasmed in my hand, great streams of hot sperm shooting out all over Shannon's body. I covered her tits and neck and one stream splashed up and hit her mouth. She lapped it up greedily and began to rub my cum into her body. As her long fingers brushed over her nipples, sticky with my semen, Hannah sucked furiously on Shannon's clit and I watched her whole body go taut as she exploded in orgasm. Hannah went crazy, eagerly thrusting her tongue in and out of Shannon's warm wet centre while she pinched her clit as her friend came again and again.
From that afternoon I watched my daughter and her gorgeous friend about once a week. Every time I came, but always over Shannon. I felt a bit strange about my semen being all over my own daughter.
However, she didn't see it that way. One night my wife was out at a seminar and my son was at a friend's. It was just Hannah and I at home. About nine o'clock she came to see me.
"Daddy," she said with a pout, "don't you think I'm sexy."
"God, Hannah, you know I do," I said.
"Well, why don't you cum over me too," she said. "I wish you would."
"Do you?" I said, instantly overcome with lust. My daughter just nodded and undid her robe. Underneath she was completely naked. My eyes traveled from her perfect breasts with their nipples standing erect down her taut, flat belly to the perfectly smooth mound of her tight little pussy. She began to dance for me, her body moving sexily as her hands went gliding across her skin. She tugged lightly on her own nipples and moved one hand down to cup her sex. As I watched her spread her pussy lips and slip one finger slowly and sexily into her tight little hole I knew I was about to explode.
"I'm going to cum, Hannah," I said urgently.
"Are you, Daddy?" she asked sweetly. She moved closer to me, spreading herself for me so I could see her pussy and her finger moving in and out, making those sweet sticky noises. My cock exploded in applause and I shot out way more creamy thick cum than I did over Shannon. The first shot missed her, but the second splattered all over her firm breasts and sexy smooth belly. She smiled and ran her fingers up her body to scoop up my warm semen. It was dripping off her fingers so she quickly raised them and slid them to into her mouth. She sucked them clean, gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and left the room. I sat there, my mind a whirl of emotions and my body shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.
Hannah obviously told Shannon about what had happened between us because two days later, when I went on my lunch break, Shannon was waiting for me. She was down in the lobby of my building, and she looked far more grown that her eighteen years. She was wearing a short black skirt and a suit jacket with a very light blue shirt underneath. She came up to me with a smile.
"Hi, John," she said to me. "Ready for lunch?"
I nodded and together we left the building.
"What the hell are you up to, young lady?" I asked as we walked down the road.
