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 ï>¿My Daughter and her "Friend" by Cuckvoyeurfan

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   MY DAUGHTER AND HER "FRIEND" CH.  01

   It honestly happened quite by accident.

   I was a fifty-three year old widow, and father of Olivia, or Liv, as she
had been known since childhood.  While Liv was away at her first year of
college at age nineteen, there was news of a rash of break-ins and theft in
my neighborhood.

   I decided to invest in a security camera system that would include three
obvious exterior cameras to thwart anyone who might have interest in my
humble abode.  They came with a huge hard drive that would store all images
for later viewing, as well as an alert feature on a phone app.  I added a
number of hidden cameras in various rooms throughout the house, so that I
could be given an alert if I was out of the house that an intruder did get
inside.

   None of the cameras were in Liv's room or the bathroom, as I had no
intention of invading anyone's privacy.  I did put one in my own bedroom
though, as I kept some valuables in the closet there.

   For the next few weeks that Liv was away, the system remained quite
uneventful, which meant that maybe the outdoor cameras were enough to keep
the bad guys away.

   It was the week before the Thanksgiving weekend and Liv called to see if
I would mind if she brought home a friend to stay the weekend, since that
friend's parents were vacationing out of the country.  When I agreed to
Liv's request, she responded with, "Thanks, Daddy!  Carrie and I will be
home Thursday around noon." Liv also told me that she intended to drive
back to her dorm on Sunday evening, so we would have three full days
together.  Since I was going to be at work when they arrived, I disabled
the system from alerting me to movement inside.

   Thursday afternoon, I saw that Liv's Volkswagen was in the driveway when
I turned onto my street.  Liv came bounding out the front door as I stepped
from my car, and jumped into my outstretched arms with, "Hi Daddy!  I've
missed you!" Just outside the front door, Carrie stood watching us.

   I gave Liv a big kiss on the cheek and smiled at her diminutive blonde
friend.  "Hi, Liv!!  Welcome home!"

   With my wife Ann's passing only just more than a year ago, Liv and I had
found strength together.  Ann had died in a head-on collision with a drunk
driver, so Liv and I decided then that neither of us would ever use alcohol
again.  Not that I ever drank more than a beer or glass of wine anywhere
but at a social event.

   So there stood my only daughter, hugging me while her friend waited on
the porch quite patiently.  Finally, our embrace ended, and Liv took my
hand and introduced me to her gorgeous little friend.

   "Daddy, this is Carrie." The face of the barely five foot tall friend
lit up.

   "Hi Carrie.  It's nice to finally meet you.  Liv has told me a lot about
you." Our almost nightly Facetime videos had Liv telling me about the
numerous friends she has made in the past few months at school.  Carrie's
name came up often, and Liv sent a few selfies of the two of them, so I
knew to expect a tiny blonde with a pixie cut with the left side of her
head shorn nearly bald.

   Carrie extended a polite hand to shake.  "Hi, Mr.  Warren."

   "Call me Mike," I insisted.  I didn't mean to, but found myself taking
in the many tattoos that adorned the cute little woman's arms and calves.
At the base of her neck, a gecko's head disappeared into her blouse as
though it were crawling down her body, between the very visible outlines of
her pale, pink nipples that poked into the filmy white cloth.  Carrie's
white Lycra shorts were skin tight, and the beautiful vee that formed
between her thighs pulled the fabric into a delicate valley between her
labial folds.

   I might be old and widowed, but I am not dead, and I began to imagine
this sweet, young thing on her knees, sucking on my long-since-tended-to
cock.  Carrie's petite body is quite juxtaposed against Liv's.  My daughter
is blessed with her mother's height at five-foot-seven, just an inch
shorter than I.  And Liv dresses frumpy as her mother always had, almost
hiding her well-developed breasts, which, I guess would be at least a D
cup. Even Liv's olive complexion only highlighted Carrie's light-skinned
body.

   I ushered the girls into the house, where the smell of tomatoes filled
the air.  "Spaghetti?" I asked.

   "Your favourite!" Liv loved cooking with Ann and has a great recipe book
that they put together, since Liv was old enough to help in the kitchen. 
"The cameras outside are new," she said in a matter-of-fact way.

   "Yes.  I wouldn't want anyone to steal anything that reminds me so much
of you or your Mom."

   "Great idea, Daddy.  Now, let's eat.  You sit and we will serve." I sat
at my usual seat at the head of the table and desperately tried not to
drool at Carrie's fully rounded ass cheeks that were exaggerated by the
stretchy material of her shorts each time she walked to the stove to
retrieve another dish of food.  With Carrie's baby blue eyes and huge grin,
I dared not look down at her barely 'A' cup titties that had the faintest
jiggle with each step, as she brought my plate to me.

   "Thank you, Carrie."

   "Oh, you're welcome, Mike.  Liv has taught me a lot about cooking in the
dorm."

   Liv returned with her own plate and the two ladies sat on opposite sides
of me.

   "So, are there any boys distracting you these days, Liv?"

   For some reason, Carrie gigged a bit while Liv responded, "No.  I'm
there to learn to be a doctor, so I've sworn off boys for now."

   "Oh.  Good.  You are as smart as your mother, so I have no doubt you can
do whatever you set your mind to." I did feel a sense of relief that Liv
might not fall for some kid while she was away at school.

   Liv had a quick peek across to her giggling friend and said, "Thank you
Daddy."

   "And what are you studying, Carrie?" Liv had already told me, but I
thought it was a good icebreaker.

   "Gender Studies.  I hope to find a job right at school when I'm done,
since it is so close to home.  Liv is a great study partner."

   "Well, it's great that Liv found such a good friend in you while she is
away from home."

   Our meal was delicious and it wasn't long before we were washing dishes
and putting them away.  I said, "I have some work to do in my office for a
while." A project at work was running behind due to city permits not being
ready, so I needed to get the timeline back on track.

   "That's okay.  Carrie and I are going to go downstairs and watch some
Netflix." The girls headed upstairs and not long after, I heard the
distinctive sound of popcorn popping as I worked away at my desk.  A few
minutes later, Carrie appeared in the doorway.  "Liv wants to know if you
would like some popcorn."

   When I turned around to answer, my eyes must have bulged from my head.
Carrie stood there in a cream coloured satin nighty that only barely
covered her pussy.  Her pencil eraser sized nipples nearly cut their way
through the smooth cloth.  The neckline plunged so deeply that I saw the
tongue of the gecko dart into the shallow valley of Carrie's sternum.

   The satisfied look on Carrie's face told me that she enjoyed the
attention I was giving her body.  The fingers of each of her hands played
with the satin hem.  I blurted out, "Um, no.  I, uh, I'm good, thanks." I
felt like a teenager again; choked for words to a pretty girl.

   "Okay, I will tell her." When Carrie turned to leave, the sway of the
hemline did, for an instant, rise high enough to reveal the perfect, smile
shaped arc of her buttocks.  I didn't move for a few seconds as I listened
to the waifish girl pad down the hall carpet.

   My ability to focus on the task at hand went south from that point.  I
wanted to pick Carrie up and take her to my bed without a word and bang the
fuck out of her - which might be a little embarrassing with my daughter in
the house.  My next thought was to find a porn site to provide some relief,
but I wasn't about to have one of them walk in on me as I'm jacking off to
some nubile teenager who looked like Liv's little friend.

   I could not shake the vision of Carrie on her knees in her nighty, with
my hands toying with her tiny breasts while she feasts on my rock hard
cock. If only she would come back to flirt some more.  I should have gone
somewhere else to get my mind off Liv's friend, but I just closed over the
office door and toyed with my semi-hard dick while I thought about Carrie.

   Then, it hit me.  The bookshelf camera!  It was on the same wall as the
TV downstairs.  I opened the app on my computer and selected that camera
view from the list.  I felt a streak of guilt for an instant, but told
myself that it wasn't like the camera was in Liv's bedroom or the bathroom.
After all, it was just the two of them watching a movie.

   The screen lit up with the view of the sofa in the foreground with the
coffee table in front.  Two glasses of milk and a large bowl of popcorn sat
atop.  The bluish light from the TV provided the only light, but for a
scant ray coming down the stairs at the other end of the room.

   I panicked.  Neither girl was in view.  Were they about to bust into my
office and catch me perving on them?  I was just about to switch to another
tab when I saw shadows coming down the staircase on the computer screen. 
Two silhouettes, the tall and slender one on the right, and the shimmering
little one on the left, made their way to the sofa from either side of it.

   Liv entered the lit up area first.  She wore her navy blue cotton
pajamas, Liv's heavy breasts bulging the button-down shirt.  Her bottoms
went right to her ankles, and even her feet were covered with a pair of
white cotton socks.  Liv had a blanket in her hand.

   Carrie jumped on the sofa, sitting sideways with her knees up.  Her
naked legs drew my attention as much as the pointy nipples of her tiny
breasts.  Liv sat beside her and draped the blanket over the two of them.
"Just in case my Dad comes down," she said in a low voice.  Carrie reached
for the popcorn while Liv picked up the remote.

   "What do you want to watch," asked Liv, working her way through the
menus.

   "Can we watch 'Blue Is The Warmest Colour' again?" Liv shook her head in
mock disgust.

   "Are you trying to get something started?" asked Liv.  They set the food
down and settled in as the movie played.

   "Oh, you know you like it!" Carrie giggled and snuggled into my
daughter.

   I switched tabs and looked up the movie that Carrie asked about.  The
IMDB website said that it is about a college-aged girl who falls in love
with an art student she met at a lesbian bar.

   I was gob smacked!  Liv and her new friend were going to watch a lesbian
movie.  I had no idea!  Liv had dated a few boys while in high school, but
nothing indicated an interest in girls.  I recalled Liv's words earlier
that she had sworn off boys for the time being, and I was about to find out
why.

   I heard a whisper but couldn't make it out.  I plugged in my headphones
to hear them better.  "Why are you wearing so many clothes?" asked Carrie

   "Don't be silly.  My Dad is home!"

   Carrie unbuttoned Liv's top, but Liv warned her, "I'm mot taking it
off!" Carrie ignored her and slid the shirt off Liv's shoulders.

   Carrie giggled.  "That's okay.  I can make do." Liv held the blanket up
as her friend disappeared beneath, only the top of Carrie's head in sight
while she teased Liv's right breast.

   Liv looked on as the movie played, but her chestnut brown eyes opened
and closed with the varying touch of her friend.  Suddenly, Carrie got up
and pulled off the blanket, exposing Liv's enormous breasts to me for the
first time; Liv's coal black areolas and nipples were in plain view until
her arms folded over them.

   Carrie got on her knees and tugged on Liv's bottoms, beneath the cover
up.  As the blonde stretched upward, her satin nighty climbed over her
hips, baring Carrie's hairless pink pussy lips and butt cheeks.  Liv
whispered loudly, "What if my Dad comes down?"

   Carrie yanked the bottoms down to Liv's knees and then off of her while
she whispered, "Just pull the blanket over you!" Carrie tossed Liv's
bottoms beneath the coffee table and lowered her face to kiss her way along
my daughter's thighs, pushing the blanket to bare more skin.

   "Oh, fuck.  You are so bad," said Liv.  Carrie made her way to her
prize, widening Liv's parted thighs to allow access to her most private
place.  Only Carrie's head prevented me from seeing Liv's exposed pussy.

   My daughter's eyes rolled back and soft moans emanated from her lips
while Carrie buried her face in Liv's heavenly snatch.  Our guest slid her
tongue between the warm, slick, velvet petals that were saturated with
Liv's pheromones and honey.  Liv's hands cupped Carrie's head, displaying
clearly the up and down movement of the tiny girl's head while she ate my
sweet daughter out.  My eyes wandered to Carrie's barely exposed bottom
while it rocked in time with her licking.

   I was rock hard at the sight, pulled my fly down and hauled out my ready
shaft.  My once innocent little girl was making the same faces that Ann
used to when we were making love.  Her mouth made a large 'O' shape and
Carrie increased speed and pressure on Liv's clitoris until Liv's raspy
breath turned into a deep, mournful moan.

   Liv's head jolted back, and her hips thrust into Carrie's face; Liv's
toes curled and raised from the floor as an immense climax took over.  Then
her hands pushed hard against Carrie, to escape the pulses of electricity
that the expert tongue was still delivering.  As she did so, Liv's breasts
wobbled nicely, and one nipple was exposed while the other was being
twisted and pulled by Carrie's deft fingers.

   Liv fell to one side, exhausted from the lingual siege.  Carrie's
fingers relaxed and caressed both large melons with long, loving strokes.
Liv looked down at Carrie while the girl planted kisses on Liv's tummy,
hips and thighs.

   "Get up here," implored Liv.  In one motion, Carrie raised her arms and
slid the satin gown over her head and flung it to the side.  A cobra tattoo
uncoiled itself along the length of her back.  The vixen snaked her way up
and kissed Liv fully on the lips, which evolved into a heavier French one.
Their mouths were hungry, and Liv seemed to enjoy tasting her own flavor
from Carrie's stabbing tongue.  When Liv slid her hands down Carrie's body
to cup Carrie's sweet round ass while they necked, I had a firm hold of my
rigid member, building up speed and tightening my grip.  Liv's mother had
never been with a girl -or another man for that matter - as I had been
Ann's first and only lover.

   Seeing someone who looks so much like Ann being satisfied that way, made
me a little sad that we had never experienced something like that together.
I guess we were just born in a different time.  For a moment, I mourned not
ever seeing someone else bring pleasure to Ann as was being done to Liv so
wonderfully.

   Then, Liv said, "Move up some more, and keep your eyes on the stairs."
Carrie moved her lithe body higher so Liv could suckle on her hardened pink
nipples; Liv's hands wrapped around Carrie's small round ass globes. 
Pushed higher again, Carrie stood on the sofa seat cushions straddling Liv,
and between her thighs I could see my daughter's chin as she ground her
face into the young girl's mons.

   Liv's widespread fingers looked like spider legs on Carrie's ass while
she devoured her friend's pussy.  The baby finger on Liv's right hand
brushed the pink pucker of Carrie's sphincter, and Carrie's moans told Liv
that she enjoyed it.  The blanket, long forgotten, lay next to Liv, and her
immense melons dangled freely while she tended to Carrie's carnal needs. 
Liv parted her thighs some as she writhed with delight while licking the
erect nub of Carrie's clit.  I groaned aloud when I saw Liv's pink slit for
the first time, and the thick bush of dark curls surrounding it.

   When I saw Carrie begin to hump Liv's face like a dog in heat, I could
bear no more, and began to jettison my load onto the carpet at my feet.  I
heard Carrie's wailing cries, almost loud enough to be heard without
headphones, as the last of my silvery seed dribbled down my shaft.

   Suddenly, a flood of clear watery fluid drenched Liv's chin, and neck,
splashed down her breasts and abdomen.  Her chin now worked in vertical
strokes as she lapped up her friend's orgasmic release.  Carrie held on to
the back of the sofa, as her legs, trembling from orgasm, could not support
her own weight.

   As her climax ebbed, Carrie squatted down and the two young women kissed
as fervently as they had at first, holding one another so passionately. 
The kisses lasted longer than it took for me to retrieve a towel from the
bathroom and mop up the wet, dark stain of semen in the office carpet.

   When it finally ended, Liv pulled up her pajama bottoms and re-buttoned
her top.  Carrie reached for her discarded nighty and pulled it on once
more.  The two girls cuddled beneath the blanket and focused on their
movie.

   I watched them for a few more minutes until I heard Liv announce, "I
have to pee." She tossed the blanket aside and walked to the back of the
room and up the stairs.  I had a finger on the tab key that would switch
screens if Liv were to open the door to my office.

   As I heard the bathroom door close down the hall, I nearly jumped from
my chair when Carrie got up from the sofa and walked to the shelf of books
that should have camouflaged the hidden camera.  She moved so close to the
lens that only her face filled my computer screen.  Carrie's eyes grew
wide; she looked over her shoulder and back to the camera and said
confidently, "Well, it seems Daddy is a little pervert.  I hope you enjoyed
seeing us.  Livvy gives great head, doesn't she, Mike!" She laughed out
loud and turned away to go back to her seat and wait for Liv to return.

   When Liv approached, she sat once again next to her lover, oblivious to
the camera that her friend somehow knew about.  Liv drew her knees up onto
the cushion and pecked Carrie once more.  Liv's face, brightened by the
TV's reflection, showed her focused in earnest on the actors in the movie.
Carrie peeked on occasion, at the camera, and would cast a knowing smile
each time.  I was busted, and had no idea if my daughter would soon learn
from her friend about my filthy deed.

   I turned off the app and went back to work for the next hour or so,
until I heard a knock.  "Come in," I called, and turned to see Liv and
Carrie in the doorway.

   "We are off to bed, Daddy," said Liv as she walked to where I sat. 
Carrie remained at the door displaying a shit-eating grin.  Liv leaned in
as she said, "Good night, Daddy." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and
I inhaled the familiar musk of fresh pussy.  Was it Carrie's or a mixture
of the two of them?

   Carrie called out, "Yes.  Have good dreams tonight, Mike." The girls
left and I had time to reflect on the events of the evening.  Sleep that
night would be a restless one.  I had no idea what Liv's little friend had
in store for me in the morning.



   MY DAUGHTER AND HER "FRIEND" CH.  02

   Carrie shows Mike that Liv isn -(TM)t that innocent -- for a price.

   After a fitful night of tossing and turning, I found myself up early for
work.  I made a coffee and perused the news on my tablet at the kitchen
table, in my pajamas.  A sound from behind startled me, and I snapped
around only to find Carrie standing at the kitchen doorway.

   Her short quoif had spiky bits pointing in every direction; obviously
suffering from bed head.  Her fingers combed through the mess.  She said,
"Morning Mike."

   My eyes wandered up and down her diminutive form.  "You're up early
Carrie," I offered in a low voice, as I enjoyed her supple thighs beneath
the hem of the short satin nighty from last evening.

   "I wanted to see you before you left for work." Her mischievous smile
betrayed her comment.  She sauntered over to the table, her ever-hard
nipples giving the only form to her soft, flat torso.

   "Liv is still sleeping?"

   "Oh, yeah.  She's rarely up before nine unless she has a class." Liv has
always been a late sleeper on weekends.  By the time Carrie finished
speaking, she was standing right beside the chair in which I had twisted to
face her approach.  I had raised my elbow up on the chair back, and one leg
moved to the side.

   I allowed Carrie to make the next move and did not have long to wait. 
She placed her hands at the hem on each side and slowly raised the satiny
fabric up about two inches; displaying her baby smooth pubic mound and the
puffy slit that disappeared between her slender thighs.  "Did you like
seeing this last night?" Carrie asked.

   I paused, and replied, "How did you know?"

   "About the camera?  I found one just like it in my bedroom a few years
ago.  They are easy to find once you know what to look for."

   "Oh..."

   Carrie filled in my pause with, "I guess fathers like looking at their
little girls in their most private moments." I was embarrassed that she
understood so well the taboo nature of mens' thoughts about young girls.

   The waif looked down at her exposed mons and said, "You can touch it."
With her words echoing in my ear, Carrie gave her hips the slow, sensuous
wiggle of a seasoned stripper.

   "But you are Liv's friend.  I couldn't do that to her."

   Carrie dropped the hem and rested just a fingertip on my right thigh. 
"Mike," she said with a confident smile, "I share Livvy with my boyfriend
in our bed.  She won't be jealous."

   I choked at that information.  My innocent daughter was already
experiencing sexual encounters of which I had only fantasized my whole
life? I peered at the small hand that was coursing along the sinewy muscle
of my upper thigh.  I knew this was wrong and feared Liv walking into the
room, but I was under this vixen's spell.  It had been a very long time
since Ann had touched me like this I stared at the two pointy peaks of her
satin clad chest.  I felt my cock stirring, growing incrementally with
every beat of my heart.

   "You are so beautiful," I said, giving into her wandering fingers
finding my rising cock beneath my tented pajamas.

   The young girl leaned in, and whispered, "I love pussy AND dick.  So
does Livvy." She moved her chest against the hand that was resting atop the
chair back.  Her rubbery nipple grazed the back of my fingers.  "You're
hard already, Daddy." We both felt my cock jump at Carrie's naughty word.

   When Carrie brushed her breast back across my fingers, I allowed the
eraser-sized nubbin to slip between my first and second fingers, where I
could squeeze them together to trap her left nipple.  A soft coo came from
Carrie, while her hand traveled along the thickness of my growing shaft
through my pajamas.

   This was too much; I released Carrie's nipple.

   "I can't.  This isn't right."

   Carrie didn't react.  Instead, she reached inside my pajamas and
continued to explore my girth as my dick reached its full potential. 
"You're so thick, Daddy.  Do you want your little girl to take care of you?
I know how to do that." I groaned.  I couldn't answer.  Her other hand took
hold of my right and and guided it beneath the satin hem.  "Feel how wet
you've made me." I turned my palm upright and cupped the hairless mound;
her sticky slit met my middle finger.  The young girl squatted slightly and
the petals parted enough for my finger to push between the slimy lips.

   Carrie used her thumb to smear precum that had already begun to ooze
from my cock.  She almost kissed my ear lobe as she whispered, "I bet if
you check into your sneaky video camera when you are at work today, you
will find out more about your sweet little girl."

   I uttered, in a whisper, "Oh, God."

   Once more, the tiny teen offered, "But when I get her to talk, you will
owe me." I removed my hand from Carrie's slippery cunt, and dared to ask.
"Owe you what?"

   Carrie moved her mouth from my ear and looked at me eye to eye.  Calmly
she spoke the price, "Tomorrow morning, I get to suck on your nice, big
dick until you fill my mouth with your exquisite Daddy cum."

   Carrie's blue eyes sparkled and her face broke into a wide grin.  She
pulled her hand from inside my slacks, stepped back and sashayed towards
the doorway.  When she got there, the girl looked over her shoulder, lifted
the back of her nighty until her ass cheeks appeared, and said, "Have fun
at work, Mike."

   I was sat there, hardly believing this wasn't all a dream.  I
instinctively drew my middle finger to my nose and savored her fresh aroma.
I gazed at the gooey digit and tasted her remnants.  I wondered how was I
going to get anything done at work if I am constantly checking in at home
to see what the girls are up to?  I wanted to go back up to my bedroom and
finish off my hard on, but didn't want to risk making any noise in doing
so.

   In retrospect, it would have been much more prudent to have relieved the
sexual tension already built, because now I had become a walking erection.
Once at work, I worried that every coworker could see my arousal, and the
wait for Carrie's show was unbearable.

   The girls were up just after nine and flitted about the house.  They did
shower together, but that was all out of view.  They left the house for a
while, so I carried on with work not knowing when Carrie would start her
show.

   Just after one PM, I got an alert that there was movement inside the
house once again.  I was speaking to my boss at the time and had to spend
the next twenty minutes working out a schedule with him for an upcoming
customer visit.

   When I finally got him to leave, my heart began racing and I opened the
app on my desktop.  The girls were just getting comfortable on the sofa in
the family room.  Both of them were in jeans and white T-shirts, and of
course Carrie was braless.

   Carrie scrolled through her phone, and said, "Billy just texted me.  He
wants to know if we can stop by his place on Sunday night when we get
back."

   Liv said, "I don't know.  I've got a heavy class schedule on Monday."

   "But, he's got more of that weed that you love so much, Livvy.  He says
he wants you to sit on his big cock and ride him this time."

   "Mmm, that was good weed, but I'm not sure I can ride his cock like
that. I can barely walk after he fucks me doggy style."

   Carrie frowned mockingly.  "Aww, did my boyfriend beat up your little
pussy?"

   I got rock hard instantly.  I just never pictured my daughter talking so
openly about sex, let alone how much she loves hard dick.  And her friend
was leading her on, just for me.

   Carrie teased, "I bet your Daddy would never guess that his little girl
could deep throat a dick as long as Billy's!"

   "There's a lot my Dad doesn't know about me, Carrie." Liv gave Carrie a
playful slap on her shoulder.

   "You mean like when I sat on your face and you were devouring my puss,
while Billy was fucking you missionary style?  And that you hollered out,
'Fuck your little girl, Daddy!' I mean, like, your Dad looks great for his
age and I would really like to fuck him silly.  But it sure was hot for me
to hear you say shit like that with Billy's dick pounding you so hard."

   "It wasn't my fault," Liv said playfully.  "Billy's dick ramming my
cervix really brings out the animal in me."

   "Yeah, I remember.  You squirted like a faucet, all over my bed." Carrie
added, "I bet your Dad has a nice dick too.  I'd love to find out.  Do you
think he would let me suck his cock?"

   "Stop it.  My Dad isn't like that."

   "Like what?  He wouldn't get hard if I put my hand in his pajamas?  Or
he wouldn't cum all over my pretty face if I begged him to?  He's a guy,
Livvy.  He will do whatever I let him."

   Carrie noticed Liv had been crossing and uncrossing her legs while they
were talking.  She cupped her hand over Liv's blue jeans at the crotch. 
"Oh, my!  You are soaked.  I can feel your heat and wetness through your
jeans!  Are you thinking about Billy, or your Dad right now?" Liv didn't
answer, but laid back on the sofa and let her friend continue to feel her
up.

   I wanted to pull my cock out and spew all over the tile flooring, but
kept my composure for the time being.  It was then that Carrie asked Liv,
"Do you think you could find an excuse to go out tonight for an hour or so?
Just long enough for me to get some alone time with your Dad?"

   Liv's face showed her excitement, but she tried to remain calm.  "Do you
really think you can seduce my Dad that easily?"

   "Just give me the chance and you'll find out."

   Carrie began to unzip Liv's jeans.  Liv said, "Okay, one hour, but I
want to know all of the sordid details when I get home.  Deal?"

   "Deal!" Carrie tugged my daughter's jeans down her thighs and nestled
into Carrie's hot pink bikini panties.  The front panel was darkened from
Liv's juices, where it disappeared between her thighs.  I had to close down
the app, as precum had already oozed out again, and there was no way I was
going to get caught at work with my cock in hand.  I forced myself to focus
on company matters until the end of my workday.  While I was walking to my
car, my phone buzzed with a text:
LIV: Hey Daddy, are you coming home at the usual time today?
ME: Yes, I will be home about five o'clock.

   LIV: K.  I'm at the library doing some research.  It closes at six, so I
will be home just after.
ME: What about Carrie?
LIV: Oh, she is just hanging out at the house.
ME: Sounds good.  I will order Chinese food for delivery at 6:30.

   I drove through traffic hard as a rock, imagining all the things I could
do with Carrie before Liv got home.  When I shut the car off in the
driveway, I checked my watch.  Five o'clock exactly.  I made my way to the
front door and stepped inside.

   A voice rang out from upstairs.  "Daddy, I'm up in my bedroom."

   I set my laptop bag down and slowly climbed the stairs with my slacks
tented grotesquely.  Liv's bedroom door was ajar so I pushed it wide open.
There, in my daughter's bed, sat Carrie, propped up on pillows.  She wore
only two items - a white wife beater, and a pair of hot pink, cotton bikini
underwear like I saw on Liv earlier.  Carrie's nipples, as always, were
hard and were the only things tenting her shirt.

   As I approached, the petite teenager pulled the shirt over her head and
tossed it on the carpeted floor.  She looked at my crotch and smiled. 
Carrie made no attempt to hide her girlish buds from me.

   "Are those...?" I began to ask, staring at her last article of clothing.
Carrie spread her legs wide to reveal that the strip of cloth covering her
pussy was sopping wet.

   "Yes.  These are Livvy's." Carrie hooked the waistband with her thumbs
and raised up her legs to remove my daughter's panties.  She flung them at
me and added, "You might like to keep these for later."

   I caught the flimsy cloth in one hand, and while Carrie moved to the
edge of the bed to access my belt buckle, I drew them to my nose to inhale
the musky scent.  I wondered if the aroma was just Carrie's or if I was
inhaling the sweet aroma of my daughter as well.  I tucked them into my
pocket as she hurriedly pulled the belt apart and unzipped the fly.  I
yanked my pants to the floor, taking my briefs with them.  My hardness
sprung free.

   Carrie attempted to slide down to her knees, but my hands hooked her
armpits.  I effortlessly raised the diminutive form and tossed her on her
back, midway across Liv's bed.  As she landed, I grasped each skinny ankle
and drew her body toward me.  "You first," I announced.

   I lowered myself to my knees while I parted Carrie's legs wide, so her
hairless pink gash was in my face.  Before burrowing my tongue into her
meaty folds, I added, "We've got time." If we both wanted this, I wanted to
play along.

   My tongue delved into Carrie's wet slit and my hands let go of her
ankles to course their way up her calves and thighs, belly and chest, until
each hand found the a rubbery nubbin that poked from her flat chest.

   With her saturated vestibule well laved, I turned my attention to the
engorged bean at the top of her slick folds.  Carrie began writhing and
moaned aloud.  I sucked her clit between my lips and battered the tip with
my tongue.  This seemed to ignite the tiny teen, and her hips humped my
face wildly.

   In a few moments of my lingual assault, Carrie began to jerk crazily
from side to side, an electric climax sending her body into fits of
uncontrolled energy.  Finally, I released her clit and gazed at her tiny
body while her orgasm ebbed.

   "Fuck..." she muttered.

   Carrie looked down at me, my face glazed with her sodden juices.  "Jesus
Christ, that was intense."

   I said nothing.  I got up and reached for her hands.  Carrie's fingers
interlocked with mine, and I easily raised her from the mattress, to a
sitting position.  My cock stood straight out, and Carrie took hold of it.

   "Is that what you were looking for," I asked.

   Carrie ran her thumb along the bulbous vein on the underside of my cock,
making small circles at my frenulum.  She looked up as she opened her mouth
over it and said, "That is a nice, fat dick." I couldn't hide my pride at
her compliment.

   Her lips encircled my corona and slid down along the veiny tumescence.
My right hand cupped the back of Carrie's head while my left brushed across
her taut right nipple.  She cooed as I groaned.  Carrie's mouth easily took
in all six inches of my cock.  Carrie's mouth moved in a rotating and
up-and-down motion at the same time, slathering my cock with her saliva. 
It had been a year since a female had given me any kind of sensual
attention, and her oral skills brought me to the edge almost immediately.

   "I'm going to cum, Carrie," I warned.  She removed her mouth and began
jacking me in earnest.

   "You know where I want it," said Carrie, staring at me.

   "Say it, sweetie," I demanded.

   "Cum on my face, Daddy!" I pushed her hand aside and took hold of my
ready-to-erupt shaft.  I gripped hard, looking down that the nubile teen
and felt the ache in my balls.  They were ready to deliver and I needed the
release so very badly.

   My other hand yanked the top of Carrie's head back, turning her face
upward, when my first jet spewed from the mushroomed tip of my cock.  She
opened her mouth wide, and the first stream of semen shot from her chin and
up the left side of her nose.  The young girl extended her tongue when I
pushed my cock nearer her face.  The second spurt entered her mouth and
sprayed along Carrie's tongue and the roof of her young, sweet mouth.

   I groaned and fired two more rounds.  The first struck her on the left
eyelid and forehead, and the next on her spiky blonde cowlick.  I loved it
as much as she did, and found myself slapping the last dribbles of sperm
onto her left cheek.  Carrie engulfed my softening cock and made a few
long, deep plunges to eat the drippings of my salty load.  Just when I
thought she was finished worshipping my cock, Carrie took my shaft in hand
and pulled up on it to allow her access to my tight ball sack.  She licked
one ball a few times, and then the other, before looking up at me with that
mischievous smile of hers.

   "Is THAT what you were looking for, Mike?'

   I shook my head at her confidence and then reached down to pull my
underwear and pants back in place.  Carrie swiped the puddle of goo from
her eyelid and sucked it from her fingertip.  "That is good cum," she said.

   "Liv will be home in a few minutes.  I should get back to my office. 
But you are a very hot young lady, Carrie." I turned and left her to
re-dress.

   Before I left the room, Carrie announced, "Wait until you hear me tell
Livvy about this!" I looked back to take one more look at the mess that I
had made of the young girl's face, and saw Carrie's beaming smile.  I went
back to my office to finish a report I had to do for the next day.

   Almost fifteen minutes later, I heard the front door open and Liv called
out, "I'm home!"

   I turned to call back down, and then heard Carrie's voice from the
basement.  "I'm down her watching Netflix.  Come on down."

   I heard Liv's footsteps on the basement stairs and opened the camera app
on my desktop.  I selected the family room camera and saw Carrie sitting
brazenly on the sofa in only her wife beater.  Carrie walked around the
sofa and took a good long look at her friend.  "Where are my panties," Liv
asked, looking at Carrie's exposed pussy.

   "I left them in your father's capable hands."

   Liv gasped.  "You didn't."

   "Go up and ask him if you don't believe me"

   "So it happened?"

   "Kiss me and find out."

   Liv immediately unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, displaying as a
pair of the tiniest baby blue bikini underwear.  They too, peeled down to
show her newly clean-shaven pussy.  She left her blouse on.

   Carrie said, "I love you looking clean like that.  Billy will love it
too!." She extended her hand so Liv could move toward it.  Carrie slipped
her middle finger into Liv's hairless pussy.

   Liv bent over as her girlfriend fingered her, then Liv sat beside her
friend and the two entered a long and passionate French kiss.  If I could,
I would have cum again right there, watching my daughter licking my seed
from her friend's mouth, had I not just emptied my balls into her bisexual
girlfriend's mouth and face.

   The kiss broke, and Liv noticed the streak of semen that made Carrie's
cowlick sticky.  She laughed a bit and said, "Wow!  He made a mess of you.
Tell me about it."

   Liv crossed her legs on the seat cushions and Carrie did the same, as
the girls faced one another.  Carrie offered, "Livvy, your Dad has a very
nice dick.  It's not as big as Billy's, but it is REALLY thick."

   "Is it?" Liv used her left hand to part her labia, and the middle finger
of her right hand to glide down her already juice slickened slit.  She
stared into Carrie's eyes, occasionally peering at her friend's lips as
they formed the words of our tryst.

   "Fuck yeah.  It is thicker than Billy's, and the shaft has a gentle,
downward curve to it, that makes it easier to get down the back of your
throat."

   "Oh, fuck, Carrie.  That is so hot!  How did it happen?" Liv's middle
finger, now dipped in her own sweet syrup, retreated from her warm, wet
hole until the tip found her fully aroused clitoris.  There, her finger
made slow, gentle circles around the tender button.

   "I met your Dad at the door as he stepped inside, and I was wearing only
your panties.  His eyes grew wide and he stepped back against the door.  He
asked, "What are you doing?  You are my daughter's friend.""

   "I told him it was okay, that you knew how lonely he had been, and that
you wanted him to feel like a man again...  that we discussed it, and you
and I want this to happen."

   I couldn't believe how Carrie was changing everything, but her story
sounded so hot." She continued, "I looked down at my panties and told your
Dad that you even loaned me a pair of your sexiest panties to wear for him.
He set his laptop bag down and stood there, taking in my body, not knowing
what to do.  So I got down on my knees and began to unbuckle his pants."

   I sat back and pulled out my cock, which was already semi-hard.  I
stroked it slowly; watching the tempo of Liv's finger increase as her
friend continued.

   "Your Dad was frozen in place, watching me lower his pants to the floor.
His cock was so hard, it flung straight out as I tugged his underwear down.
I took just the red, mushroomed head in my mouth and sucked on it the same
way you suck Billy's balls into your mouth."

   Liv let out an audible groan at her friend's fanciful description. 
Precum flowed from my cock.

   "Then his hands caressed my head, sifting through my hair.  He warned me
that he wasn't going to last long.  And then your Dad did something that
totally shocked me!"

   Liv asked, "What?  What did he do?"

   "As I looked up at him, he closed his eyes and took hold of my head and
pulled my mouth onto him until I felt his knob at the back of my throat. 
His eyes were closed tight and I heard him mutter, "Oh, God.  LIV.""

   I couldn't believe my ears.  What was Carrie doing?  My thought was
interrupted by Liv's response.

   "He said my name?" Liv began to grind her hips into her middle finger,
as the circular strokes became a frenzied blur.  I began to stroke even
faster, seeing the facial ticks that my daughter was experiencing as she
heard such filthy talk.

   "Three times, Liv.  I think he was so excited that his mind went into
his deepest, darkest fantasy."

   "You're sure he said my name?"

   "Your Dad repeated it until his cock exploded in my mouth.  He pulled
back out and grimaced as he painted my face with his thick load.  Holy
shit, Livvy, your Dad came like a teenage boy!"

   "Oh, fuck," cried Liv, and her head rocked forward while her knees rose
up to pin her arms against her pussy.  Liv fell back onto the cushions and
Carrie reached between her legs to slip a finger into Liv's sopping pussy.

   Liv continued to spasm while Carrie added another, then two more fingers
and then a thumb so that her entire hand pushed into the tight pink
aperture of Liv's pussy.  Carrie leaned forward as her small hand
disappeared between the petals of Liv's opening.  Carrie said softly, "He
felt this big in my mouth, Livvy."

   Carrie's fist stretched my daughter's pussy as she fucked my little girl
with her hand, causing more moans and groans, until a sudden gush of fluid
spewed onto Carrie's wrist.  She gave a few more thrusts deep into Liv's
cavern until Liv's orgasm peaked.  Carrie slowed her pace when Liv tried to
grasp Carrie's plunging hand from giving more pleasure than she was able to
stand.

   It wasn't but twenty seconds later that I spilled more cum onto the
carpet beneath my computer desk.  I sat back in my chair, exhausted from
both encounters.  I gained my breath back while the girls cuddled in their
after care; caressing and nuzzling the other and whispering in each other's
ear.

   As reality set in, Carrie's totally false tale had me as the aggressor,
and a father lusting after his daughter.  Even if it is a turn on for Liv,
do I call out Carrie's lie if Liv asks me about it?

   I mean, to be honest, I have had carnal thoughts about Liv on occasion,
but I attributed it to being alone and lonely.  And I certainly wasn't
about to suggest that the story related to Liv by her kinky friend was
true.

   The doorbell rang.  I jumped from my chair, fastening my pants.  I had
forgotten about the Chinese food being delivered!  I pictured the girls
scrambling as well while I made my way to the door, and hollered, "I'll get
the door!"

   From the family room called Liv, in a panicked voice.  "We will be up in
a minute."

   I opened the front door to the acne-faced teenager sporting a splotchy
beard and glasses.  "Hold on a second," I said, leaving the kid to step
inside while I rummaged though my wallet.  I presented my credit card and
he held out the card reader for payment and tip.

   Once the card reader dinged with APPROVED, he handed me the food and
said "Thanks, have a good night," as he turned towards his car.

   I brought the food to the kitchen, and as I pulled out plates and
silverware, Liv came into the room fully dressed, while her friend flashed
by in her undies and shirt to race upstairs to get dressed.  By the time
Liv and I set everything out, Carrie entered.

   We all ate quietly, as if nothing had just happened; even Carrie was
poker-faced.  I had no idea what to do or say.  The girls soon led the
conversation, mostly about school and friends there, and of classes and
events.

   The evening wasn't much different, and while we all ended up in the hot
tub after dark, nothing overtly sexual was ever discussed.  My cock became
fully aroused from the time Carrie walked out onto the patio in a white,
see-through Speedo.  Fortunately, I was already chest deep and was able to
hide my erection at the time.

   Liv followed behind Carrie, wearing a modest one piece that hugged her
curvier body and was sturdy enough not to display Liv's hardened nipples if
they did become aroused.  They sat on either side of me, and it wasn't long
before I felt Carrie's hand creep across the front of my swimsuit to fondle
my knob through the fabric.

   I became quieter as the girls talked, not wanting to give away the fact
that Carrie was slowly jacking me off beneath the foamy bubbles that hid
her actions from Liv's eyes.  A few minutes later, the topic turned to
parties and wine, when Liv asked, "Do we have any juice in the fridge,
Daddy?  I'm getting kind of warm out here."

   Carrie pulled her hand from my rigid pole, as I answered," Yes, there is
a pitcher in the fridge." A short pause ensued, until I asked, "Would you
like some as well, Carrie?" Before I could stand up, I needed to raise my
cock vertically so I could trap it beneath the waistband of my bathing
suit. When I did stand, I turned away from Liv so that she couldn't see the
throbbing erection that her friend had created.

   Carrie let out a giggle when she saw the pink knob poking from my
waistband.  I managed to step out and head into the house without Liv
seeing me like that.  By the time I returned with the hot tub, blood flow
had returned to normal and I had nothing to hide.

   When we finished our juices, I decided to be the first person out, so as
not to get set up for an embarrassing encounter.  I said goodnight to the
girls and retreated to my office to use my outside camera to watch them.  I
was mildly disappointed when Carrie and Liv just sat back and talked for
another ten minutes or so.

   When the girls got out of the hot tub, I decided to go straight to bed.
Liv probably saw my reading light beneath the door that told her I was
still awake.  She knocked on my door.

   "Come in," I said, putting the book I was reading, beside me.  I noticed
she was wearing a cotton nightgown, mid-thigh length.  The light from the
hallway made a silhouette of her thighs through the nightgown, but I tried
not to stare.

   Liv approached the bed and asked, "Daddy, can we talk?"

   "Sure, Liv.  What's up?" I patted the bed.  Liv's nighty rode up but her
hands were clasped so as not to show off her private parts.

   "Daddy, I feel like there are some things that I should tell you."

   "Oh," I offered, unsure where my daughter might be going with this.

   "I have had some life changing experiences since leaving for college. 
Many of them have been with Carrie and her boyfriend, Billy." I nodded,
recalling Carrie's comments about their sexual escapades as a group.

   "Well, anyway, I wanted you to know that I have been intimate with
Carrie and also with her boyfriend." She sat still, awaiting my response.

   "Wow.  I'm glad to hear that you have had such good experiences," I
suggested.

   "And, there is something else.  I know how lonely it must be for you
these days.  I wondered if you would be interested in having Carrie come
into your bed tonight."

   I know that I turned crimson.  My dick was already beginning to engorge
and thoughts of her little friend riding me like a pony came to mind. 
"But, what would Billy think about her doing that?"

   "Oh, that.  It's okay Daddy.  They have an open relationship.  They can
both have sex with whomever they wish.  Sex is just fun for them and they
have taught me a lot."

   "Ohh, I see." I was stumped.  I did want to fuck Carrie in the worst
way, but felt guilty admitting so to my teenaged daughter.  The silence
seemed to last a long time.

   "Daddy, there is one more thing I have to ask." Liv's clasped fingers
fiddled nervously.  I remained quiet until she could explain.  "Some of the
best experiences I've had with Billy and Carrie are when they've let me
watch them.  Carrie said she would like that to happen tonight..."

   "So you would want to watch Carrie and I...?  I couldn't form the words
for the rest of the sentence.

   "To see Carrie please you like she does with Billy?  Yes."

   The thought of my daughter seeing me naked was arousing, but I had
already entered into the shallow end of this kinky pool.  I was worried
that I might lose my erection with my daughter watching, and the whole
experience would end in disaster.

   I said in a low voice, "But what if I can't, uh, you know...?"

   "Oh, Daddy, Carrie knows what she's doing.  You'll be just fine." She
raised her eyebrows and nodded confidently.  I thought for a few seconds,
and said, "Go get her then."

   As I nervously awaited their return, my hand toyed with my semi-erect
cock, the tip of which was already sticky with a dollop of precum.  This
was to be the night of my sexual life.  I had never experienced anything
this crazy in all the years Ann and I were together.

   The door re-opened and two forms entered.  Carrie was first, and was
clad in only a baby blue thong and a dark blue satin blouse with spaghetti
straps.  Liv stepped in behind her friend and made her way to a cedar chest
against the wall near the foot of the bed and sat on it while Carrie
approached the bed.  I placed my book onto the nightstand.  Carrie climbed
up and crawled seductively along the bedspread like a cat, causing her
blouse to hang loosely.  I gazed at her pointy nipples dangling beneath the
loose opening.  One leg crossed over my body to straddle me as her panties
stretched taut across my hips, finding the tented stiffness beneath.

   Carrie smiled as her hips flexed forward and back along my erection.  I
looked past her to see Liv leaning back against the wall with her long,
slender legs stretched along the carpet toward the bed, and one hand
cupping her pussy through her thin cotton nighty.  Liv's face looked serene
as she watched her tiny friend gyrating over me.

   I slid my hands up Carrie's child sized arms and across her shoulders,
and along the silky skin of her neck.  My thumbs followed the hollow of
each side of Carrie's windpipe, and up to the chiseled corners of her chin.
Carrie closed her eyes while my fingers explored her earlobes and delved
into her shimmering blonde hair.  I slid my hands to her shoulders and took
hold of her flimsy nighty and tugged it up over her ass, giving Liv a clear
view of Carrie's panty-clad pussy.

   The young girl continued her ascent, her tummy brushing up my chest
until her satin blouse tickled my cheeks.  She swayed slowly, side to side,
teasing my lips with one satiny nipple and then the other.  My hands glided
down her back and found the hem, and drew it up her waist and ribs and
shoulders.

   Carrie lowered her head to kiss me, and the blouse fell from her arms.
She raised one arm, and then the other, until she was free of the sexy
fabric.  "I love your nipples," I whispered.

   "But my boobies are so much smaller than Liv's," answered Carrie as she
sat straight up atop my chest.  My fingers slid along her rib cage once
more, this time moving to enjoy the rubbery Hershey Kisses of her chest.

   "That is okay, Carrie.  Ann's were just like yours," I said wistfully.
As I tenderly played with Carrie's hardened nubs, I looked down at Liv,
whose face is a replica of her mother, and smiled.  She smiled back and
then my eyes were drawn lower where I saw that Liv had raised the hem of
her own nighty and her right hand was beneath the waistband of her white
bikini panties.  Her fingers were moving in deliciously slow circles while
her friend cooed at my touch.  Liv's large, dark brown areolas and puckered
nipples were fully visible through the flimsy cloth.

   I grasped at Carrie's soft round backside and my fingers slipped beneath
the snug elastic on each side of her buttocks, so as to gain full control
of her lithe body.  I drew her cheeks higher so that her scantily covered
pussy would near my wanting mouth.  By now, I was so hard that I knew that
Liv would see how aroused her friend was making me, and the thought of my
daughter seeing my naked cock slipping inside this vixen's pussy only made
it more erect.

   "Oh, Daddy!  Eat me," called out Carrie as she steadied herself with
hands gripped tightly to the headboard above.  My teeth chewed into the
musky undies, wanting to tear them from her delicious pie.  Carrie began
riding my mouth and groaning.  Liv, too, made mewling sounds, and the room
filled with the sloshing sounds of Liv's fingers fucking her already
sopping pussy.

   I pushed the wet undies to the side and lapped at the naked snatch
grinding into my face.  Carrie's labia smeared across my open mouth and my
tongue stabbed her bulbous clit each time it passed by.  "Do you want to
fuck me, Daddy?" Carrie called aloud.

   I couldn't speak as Carrie's juicy muff rode my face.  Instead, I
grasped her panties with both hands and tugged the tiny undies from her. 
Carrie shuffled down and at the same time, I felt the covers tugged away
from my chest.  Carrie's smooth mons rode lower down my abdomen, and then I
felt the cool air on my erection.  Liv must have pulled the blankets down
as I felt Carrie's velvety pussy flaps envelop my shaft.  Her ass wriggled
up and down as her eyes met mine.

   "Put your Dad inside me," she commanded to my daughter; a smile growing
while her eyes never left my gaze.  I felt fingers wrap around my shaft,
and at the same time, Carrie raised her hips high enough for the fisted
hand of my daughter to come into view.  Liv was on her knees at the foot of
the bed and her fist guided the pointy tip of my cock up and down the
slippery sheath of her girlfriend.

   "I need his dick," moaned Carrie and then Liv pushed my fat cock into
Carrie's slick opening.  Her swampy wetness drew me in and Carrie squatted
low to take all of my length.  I felt her muscles clench my shaft, bringing
me an immediate reaction of panic.  It brought me back to my very first
time with Ann, where I hadn't lasted ten strokes before spewing a load into
her.  I knew that this would be a repeat, and although I didn't want it to
end, I was ready for the release.  My hands grabbed her hips and I slammed
the waifish girl down while my hips drove up off the bed.

   Within thirty seconds of Carrie's ever so tight pussy riding my cock, I
spoke aloud.  "I'm going to..." was all I could get out before I let out a
deep grunt.  Within three more full strokes, a wash of silvery goo drooled
between shaft and Carrie's labia.  "Ughhh..." I spurted the last few jets
of cum into Carrie, and fell back to bed, recognizing an immediate loss of
blood to my cock.  Carrie continued milking me in her oh, so tight pussy
for another five or six delightful strokes, before I flopped from her grasp
and my lifeless dick fell onto my stomach.

   Carrie rolled off of me and I saw my daughter still lying on her tummy,
where she would have had a most intimate view of our fucking.  Her face was
as flush as my own, and our eyes met in a long, dreamlike gaze.

   Carrie lay beside me as Liv made her way toward her friend's naked
pussy. I watched Liv inspect the opening, sliding a finger two knuckles
deep into Carrie.  When she scooped her fingers back, a thick, creamy glob
of semen coated her fingers.  She put her fingers to her mouth and sucked
off my goo.

   "Mmmm," said Liv, lowering her face to Carrie's cum-drenched twat. 
Liv's nose was buried in Carrie's cleft while her tongue feasted on my
spent load.  On one upward draw of her tongue, Liv looked over at me with
giddy eyes, and raised her face from Carrie's wet pussy; her tongue
emerged, cradling another pool of my cum.  Liv savored it before continuing
to lap up her friend's needy cunt.

   Carrie returned my smile before closing her eyes while Liv concentrated
on the task of bringing her friend to orgasm.  Both thumbs spread Carrie's
labia, exposing the engorged nubbin.  Liv alternated between forceful
upward licks, and sucking the bud into her mouth like she would a tiny
cock.

   I used the thumb and index finger of my right hand to pull roughly on
Carrie's right nipple; her left hand mirrored my pulls and twists on the
other.  It was just seconds later that the young teen began to writhe; her
thighs clamped around Liv's head and Carrie's small feet interlocked above
Liv's back.  Her hips humped my daughter's face until the last of Carrie's
climax swept through her.

   The three of us lay in my bed in silence, that silence broken only by
the sounds of breaths returning to normal.  I looked down at my resting,
wrinkled cock, the mixture of our juices shimmering in the dim light.

   Liv was first to move, crawling back down to stand at the foot of the
bed.  She reached a hand to Carrie, and helped her up to a sitting
position. Carrie rolled in my direction and kissed me full on my lips.  Our
tongues mingled for a second before she withdrew.

   "Thanks, Pete," she offered, "That was fun."

   As she stood, Carrie appeared and leaned in to give me a gentle
father-daughter kiss; her sweet face saturated in girl cum.  "Thank you,
Daddy," said Liv with her wonderful smile.  "That was awesome."

   I glanced at Liv's large breasts before she turned to follow her friend
out of the room; and peered at Liv's round ass as it peeked from her soft
white panties.  Liv closed the door and the two of them made their way to
the bathroom.

   I lay there in blissful disbelief.  It had been a strange few days and
certainly this was not the end of it.  Their faint giggles as the two went
from bathroom to bedroom, told me it was safe to get up to get myself
cleaned up.

   As I stood at the sink, wiping a dampened facecloth over my junk, I
licked my lips to taste that delicious musk of pussy.  I also noted the
faint taste of salt, and realized she kissed me with the same mouth that
just devoured my cum.  I recalled the many times my wife Ann had ground her
sopping pussy into my face as she climaxed.  I gazed into the mirror,
wondering if I might soon experience Liv doing the very same thing.

   It was time for bed; Liv's bedroom was quiet as I padded back to my
room. I envisioned the two girls spooned together in peaceful bliss, and
fell into my own sleep not long after.