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Katy is driving me crazy, always trying to get me to see her tit's and pussy.

My Daughter the Dick Tease.

When the shower curtain came back, I expected to see my wife coming to join me in the water, instead it was my nineteen-year-old daughter, Katy. She was completely naked and she stood there facing me, almost looking surprised.

“Oh, geez dad, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.”

She watched me as I looked her over, seeing her 34C breasts and firm nipples and her shaved or maybe waxed pussy that made her look just that much more naked. She put one hand each over of her breasts but I noticed that she slightly parted her legs and pushed her hips forward a little when I looked at her slit. My dick wanted to get hard and a rush of blood started filling it out, I saw that she was staring at it as it began to firm up. I snapped the shower curtain back into place.

“I’ll just go.” I heard her say. The door closed behind her. How could she not know I was in there when the water was running? Sounded like another made-up story to me.

Back in my bedroom my wife saw me, “You look miffed, what’s going on?”

“Katy again. She came into the bathroom naked while I was in the shower.” I spared her the details about Katy pushing her pussy toward me.

Marissa rolled her eyes, “She’s still doing those things?”

“I think she’s escalating, would you mind talking to her?”

Marissa got up right away and went to Katy’s room. My door wasn’t fully closed and Katy’s bedroom door was completely open, I could hear the conversation.

“Katy, you have to stop this thing with your father. I know young girls flirt with their dads but you’ve gone on with this for too long and taken it a bit far, it’s unfair to him. You need to find someone your own age to spend time with. If you keep pushing this there will be consequences, and if he reacts the way he could then all I’m going to say is ‘I told you so’.”

I heard that last line clearly, my wife basically just told my daughter that if I fucked her, she wasn’t going to say anything about it. Suddenly my dick wanted to get hard again.

Marissa came back to our room as I was getting dressed, “I talked to her.”

“Already?” I acted like I hadn’t heard the conversation.

“I told her to find a boyfriend.”

“Works for me.”

I enjoyed the next few days, Katy was behaving without her flirts or the blatant displays that she was prone to doing. I came home to find my wife working at the kitchen counter to prepare dinner, I went up behind her and gave her a hug. When I felt that she wasn’t wearing a bra, I took a firm grip on her tits as I kissed her neck and ear and smelled a new perfume.

“I am going to fuck you so hard tonight.” I whispered to her.

I heard her ‘mmm’ as I slid my hand to get under her apron and into her pants. I worked my way past her panties and fingered her pussy. She was wet, and more than usual. She put one hand over mine in her pants and pulled me tight to her crotch, her other hand pressed me into her as I played with her nipple. I slid my finger in and out of her and felt her get even wetter. Then I realized my hand was up against a very smooth pussy. Marissa always kept a neatly trimmed patch over her slit. I pulled back and turned her around.

“Katy, why are you wearing your mother’s blouse?”

“All mine are in the laundry.”

A reasonable excuse, but I was pretty sure that I’d been set up. Katy and Marissa were identical in build, and with same with the hair color and style. More than once, they had been mistaken for sisters, or even twins; you really had to look close to see the age difference.

I didn’t say anything as I turned around and walked away. All I knew was that I just molested my daughter and she let me, if not encouraged me with her hands, to do it. My dick didn’t know what to do, it was almost hard from playing with her pussy, then finding out it wasn’t my wife that I had my hands on made it want to go down, then again, knowing it was Katy’s pussy made it want to go back to being hard again. I was frustrated with her.

Katy was keeping her distance from me and I wasn’t going to question that behavior, as long as she wasn’t trying to create another sexual situation I was happy. She and her friends were out at the beach today and I was more relaxed when she wasn’t at home. But eventually she did come home, still in her orange bikini and blue flip flops.

“You have a good time at the beach?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was great.”

I went back to reading my car magazine and she called to get my attention.

“Hey dad, look at my tan line.”

When I looked up again, she was standing with her legs apart. She pulled her bikini bottom to the side to show me the change in skin tone at the top of her thigh, except she pulled so hard and far I could see the puffy flesh over her clit and part of her slit as well.

“Didn’t your mom tell you not to do that anymore?”

“Oh it’s okay, you’re just my dad, it’s not a problem.”

“It is a problem and I want you to stop doing that.” At least that’s what I had to say. I my mind I wanted to see more of her pussy. I had already played with it once and after that I did entertain the thought of fucking her just to see how it would feel, after all, my wife wasn’t going to make a problem of it.

“Do you remember when you were younger and I told you to start wearing shorts around the house instead of just panties?”

“Yes.”

“There was a reason for that, you were growing into being a young woman and seeing you made my body want to react to seeing your body.”

“You mean you wanted to get hard from seeing me?” She sounded more curious than something like asking a question.

“That’s not an appropriate question. I just want you to stop doing these things. Do what your mom said and get a boyfriend.”

She heard me and acted like she understood, but her face told a different story, she was displaying a slight smile that looked like she was feeling some kind of satisfaction.

“Bill,” Marissa caught my attention, “I’m going to take the boys to their ballgames and Katy wants to borrow your car to go to the mall to get some clothes.”

I was in no mind to let Katy use my car, I’d take her instead because there were some things I wanted to pick up.

We went to a couple of stores, looking over various things and I found what I was looking for. As we made our way through the crowds, more than once I felt her press her breasts against me as she moved to avoid other patrons.

Katy wanted to see every store that sold clothing, one in particular was a lingerie store and I followed her in. She held up various items to her hips or her tits to see if they would fit. A sales woman joined us to offer assistance, she was dressed in the latest style of matching bra and panties that suited her figure. After Katy collected enough items to sample she went into a dressing room to try them on. I sat in a chair, holding her purse and watching our bags.

“Hey dad, does this look sexy to you?”

I looked up and saw her wearing a demi-bra that was about a half size too small for her and her tits were spilling out over the top. Her panties were a low-rise style and fit her snug enough to show off her camel toe.

“Enough so that you don’t need to be sharing that with me.” I told her.

She smirked and went back behind the curtain.

“I’d say she’s got it bad,” the sales woman commented.

“Got what bad?”

“The daddy crush. She put that on for you.”

“Hunh?”

“She’s trying to get your attention, and I mean really get your attention.”

“Oh, yeah. She’s been that way for a while. I thought she was just doing that to torment me.”

“No, she’s trying to seduce you.”

“To what end?”

“She wants you to take her.”

“Take her where?”

“Not where, how. She wants you to have sex with her.”

Somehow that made sense, didn’t mean I liked it, even though seeing her pussy slit through her panties did make my dick want to perk up.

“Ugh, how long does this phase last?”

“Considering her age, she’s past the point of a simple crush, she wants you.” The woman shared. “I remember going through that, I had it pretty bad too. I used to lay on my bed with the door partly open while I masturbated, hoping my dad would catch me. I even tried being noisy about it, making wet sounds and moaning some while I imagined him inside me.”

“How long is this going to last?”

“My guess? Until she gets what she wants.”

“How did it work out for you?”

“It took a few years, I caught him when he was pretty drunk one night. I sat on his lap and when I felt him getting hard from me wiggling around, I got his hand between my legs and let him feel me being wet.”

“You never just told him what you wanted?”

“It doesn’t work that way, she wants you to come to her. Her interests and desires require that you go to her, that way she’ll feel she’s got the allure, that’s how she’ll find her satisfaction.”

“What should I do about that?”

“That’s your prerogative. Once I found that I could get my dad when he was drunk, I was able to have him a few more times.”

I saw her subtly touch herself through her panties as she described her situation, seemed like she was still feeling the urges. That didn’t give me a lot of hope with Katy, if I did give in and fuck her, she could still want more. I remember what my wife said about potential outcomes and that she’d turn a blind eye. I did like seeing her the couple of times that I did and when I accidentally played with her pussy, but that didn’t mean I was lusting for her. I was put off somewhat by her continual blatant displays because it frustrated me, if she would have been a little more subtle I wouldn’t always be so pissed off at her.

Katy didn’t do any more of her tits and ass shows, she had a couple of things in hand that she wanted to buy when she came out of the dressing room.

On the way home she wanted to talk, “Dad, does it feel good when you get sucked on?”

“Katy, what kind of question is that? We’re not having this conversation.” Her blatant displays just turned into blunt dialogue.

“I was just wondering how it is for people. I thought we could talk about those kinds of things.”

“Normally we could talk about it, but you keep being a pest to me, even when you’re asked not to, and that makes me want to avoid these kinds of questions all together.”

“I was just being curious, not anything else.”

“Okay look, its like sex and people do it, so yeah, it must feel good.”

“Do you think I’d be good at it?”

I wanted to groan from her persistence. “It’s a matter of practice, and it depends on what your partner likes. If you’d get a boyfriend you’d have a chance to find out.”

She didn’t say anything else, I knew her intention was to plant the seed of thought and it worked, I was wondering how it would feel if she sucked me until I came deep into her mouth.

Usually I was up a little later than my wife, unless it was a night that we had plans for sex, then I went to bed earlier and she stayed up a little later. I’ll admit the past couple of times I fucked her, I was thinking about being in Katy, wondering how wet her pussy would get.

I went to the kitchen to grab a snack and ‘coincidentally’ Katy came out of her room. She was wearing a sheer teddy top that had a lacey fringe and it allowed me to clearly see her tits. Her panties were no less transparent, I got an eyeful of her bald pussy and her slit. She parted her legs a little and pushed her hips forward. I wanted to fuck her on the spot.

“Put a robe on Katy.”

She went back into her room. When she came into the kitchen again the robe was open and just hanging free, I could still see her tits and pussy. I wondered if she was wet. I decided to change things up.

“You can talk the talk, can you walk the walk?”

“What do you mean?”

“You like showing off, you want to create a situation, so go ahead prove you can do it. Take your panties off.”

She froze.

“Okay then, come with me.”

I led her into the garage and told her to get into the car. As we drove I started talking to her, but this time I wasn’t being the understanding and guiding father and I changed my words to suit the moment. I headed downtown with a thought in mind.

“This game you’re playing is dangerous, it can get you into trouble. You’re going to show off to the wrong person at some point and they aren’t going to want to play your game the way you want. You’ll tell some guy that it’s all okay because you’re just friends, and he’s going to decide that he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. He’ll push you down and fuck you and you aren’t going to be happy with the results. He’s not going to care about what you think, want or feel. He’ll want your pussy, he’ll get it, and then he’ll leave you there alone.”

Katy looked around, “Where are we going?”

“For a drive.” I told her. “You’re going in over your own head, and you’re not going to be able to handle the results. Have you ever even had sex?”

“Yeah.” She was a little quiet, like she didn’t want to admit it.

“Well don’t think that just because you let some kid get on you and wiggle around a little that you know what sex is. You keep forcing the situation and you’re going to find out how bad the things you’ve been doing can turn out to be.”

I found what I was looking for, there was a group of boys hanging out on the side of the street. I stopped about a full car length away. Some of them turned to see what was going on and one guy in particular caught her eye and leered at her.

“Go ahead, you like using your pussy as bait. Take your robe off and get out of the car and see what happens. I’ll come back in an hour to see if I can find you.”

Katy was shocked and I could hear it in her voice, “No, wait, please don’t make me do this.”

I pressed her, “It’s what you want isn’t it? To get dicks hard? I’ll bet their dicks will get hard, you could even suck one while another fucks you, they probably won’t hurt you too much. Are you ready for that kind of sex?”

“Please don’t make me do this.” She looked at me with eyes wide and full of fear as she pleaded.

The boy that leered at her starting coming toward the car, maybe thinking that I was pimping her out. As he approached she drew her robe tight around herself.

“I’ll do anything, just don’t make me get out.”

“Any time you tell a guy that you’ll do ‘anything’ the first thing he thinks of is your panties coming off. Are you ready to take off your panties? Not that it would make much of a difference, I can see your pussy anyhow.”

“No, please. Just take me home okay? I’ll behave.”

I put the car into drive and pulled away, hoping that I scared her enough to get her to back off from me. The sales woman in the lingerie store pretty much suggested that I just needed to fuck Katy, and though I had thought about it more than once, I wasn’t planning to go that way.

When we got into the kitchen from the garage I could tell she was pretty stressed out.

“Take your robe off.”

She let it slide off and held it in one hand.

“That outfit does look good on you.” I cupped both of her tits and ran my thumbs over her nipples until they got stiff, then I used three fingers of one hand to rub a circle over her clit. When she started pushing her pussy into my touch, I pulled my hand away.

“How does it feel to have someone get you excited and then just quit?”

I left her in the kitchen and knew she was now more confused than ever, I scared the hell out of her, then I molested her and left her hanging. I got into bed with my wife and got a finger wet so I could play with her pussy, when she felt me fondling her she turned onto her back and moved her legs so I could have her. I was extra hard from what I just did in the kitchen, and the whole time I was fucking Marissa I was thinking about being in Katy’s pussy. I came as hard as my dick felt.

For the next couple of days Katy was pretty subdued, she wore loose clothing and there was no ‘accidental’ brushing up against me. One night after her mom went to bed she came to be near me as I sat at the kitchen table.

“Dad?” she sounded quiet, not because she didn’t want anyone to hear, but because she was being reluctant about saying what was on her mind.

“What is it Katy?” I looked her over and was mildly surprised that she was still dressing down, sweat pants and an oversized tee shirt.

“Could you… I mean, would you… touch me like you did the other night?”

I knew what she wanted, but I still had it in mind to get even with her for all the times she got me near hard and the played it off like it was nothing. I got a hold on the band of her sweat pants and started pulling them down, she caught her breath but didn’t move as they came below her hips. When I had them down far enough I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties I pulled her pants to mid-thigh and looked at her pussy. I wondered how wet she was.

She watched as I turned my hand palm up and reached toward her groin, “You mean touch you here?”

“Uh huh…”

I held three fingers out and moved them in a gentle circular, motion, “Like this?”

“Yesss…”

“No, I can’t do that.” I got up and went into my bedroom.

My wife heard me giggling and asked about it, “What’s up?”

“Paybacks. I basically gave Katy a tease and left her hanging.”

Marissa smirked, “I told her there could be consequences to her behaviors, and that if you did something to her I wasn’t going to support her after the fact.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“You may have unintentionally encouraged her. If she thought she could get me to do what she wants with those behaviors she could have started trying harder if you suggested that I might react to her.”

“Shit.” She echoed.

I told her about the conversation with the sales woman in the lingerie shop.

“You think she wants to be with you?”

“You think she doesn’t?” I queried back. “Did you ever go through a phase like that?”

“Well yeah, but it was for all of ten minutes,” she told me. “Little girls want to marry their dads and little boys their moms, I think it’s just natural. But kids outgrow that, that’s natural too.”

“Apparently she hasn’t done that yet, and now that she’s older her interests have escalated to fit the biological need.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea. I tried scaring her off when I threated to dump her in her see-through underwear in front of a bunch of boys downtown, hence the baggy clothes for the past few days. And like you, I told her to get a boyfriend in hopes that she’d find a legitimate outlet for her interests.”

“What if you just fucked her and got it over with?”

“Excuse me?”

“If that’s what it’s going to take to get her to stop this, maybe you should just give her what she wants and be done with it. Otherwise, you could be looking at another three or four years of her flaunting herself to you until she finally moves out of the house.”

“Ugh. For one, I never considered it, I’m married to you and I have no other interests, especially with our daughter. I don’t want the drama and the trouble that can come with that, and I certainly do not want to put you through that either. She just needs to grow the fuck up.”

“Your choice.” she told me.

“You’re being pretty open minded about this, what’s up with that?”

“Because I think it would solve the problem. I see how it affects you and I don’t like it either. It’s not like you’d be going out to get some strange, and you certainly aren’t going to fall in lust with her and then end up leaving me.”

“I still think it’d be addressing the symptom and not the problem.” I told her more about the sales woman in the lingerie store, and how she continued to want to be with her father. “What if it turns into that? I can’t see anything but trouble if her interests go long term. All I really want is just you and me and our family, without the sexual sideshow.”

What else could I tell my wife? I was afraid to tell that I had in fact thought about fucking Katy, or that I played with her pussy a couple of times and I wanted her to suck my dick. Even though she was now outright suggesting I have sex with our daughter to solve the problem of her chasing me so hard, I didn’t want to imagine what would happen if Marissa was in our bedroom knowing I was with Katy in hers and getting my dick wet. All I could imagine was the potential ‘is she better than me’ or ‘do you like fucking her more than me’ questions; and those questions could come from either of them. I’d be stuck in the middle between two jealous women. That would only compound my problems. Did I want to fuck Katy? Well, yes. Did I want to give in to the scenario my wife just described? No. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next.

“You know what I think you need?” she asked.

I raised my brows in question.

“You need some pussy, that’ll fix your stress. Get over here.”

I had no problem with that, I liked fucking my wife, even though lately I might have been thinking about Katy’s pussy as I did it.

She was wet, a little more than usual, and it felt good to me. I was starting to feel like I was going to cum and she said something to me.

“How would it feel if you were in Katy’s pussy right now?”

That image in mind made my hips involuntarily thrust forward, I jabbed into her pussy pretty deep and came, I kept pressing into her hard as my balls drained inside of her.

“See? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

After I caught by breath and calmed down from her surprising comment, I had to say something about it.

“Why does it seem like you’re suddenly supportive of her interests?”

“I just think you should do it with her and get it over with, help her get past this and move on. You’re still free to make up your own mind of course.”

Marissa found Katy getting breakfast the next morning, she went over to whisper in her ear, “You can catch more flies with sugar than vinegar. You need to be nice to your dad.” She turned away and acted like nothing had been said.

As I came in for breakfast, Katy gave me a good morning hug and she put kiss on my cheek, I tensed up, waiting for that bold sexual behavior to show itself. I felt her tits against me, but only briefly and she wasn’t crushing herself into me like she usually did.

I was cautious, even nervous over the next couple of days, seeing Katy keeping herself reserved just made me wonder what was coming next. I was still stunned by Marissa’s question during our sex and I began to wonder if there was something more going on than I knew about. Did I want to fuck Katy, still yes, but a lot of that was due to constantly seeing her naked, or her thrusting her pussy toward me. After a few days of calm, the feelings were beginning to subside. I still felt that what the lingerie store woman told me was true, that Katy wanted to seduce me, she said it had to do with feeling her ‘allure’. I wondered if I could meet that interest without pulling her panties down.

That afternoon as I was coming out of my bedroom, Katy was coming out of the shower but she didn’t see me. She had a towel wrapped around her and another on her head, but the one over her hair started to tilt and fall off, she reached up to grab it with both hands and the towel around her body fell off. I saw her fully naked again and I knew I was staring at her bald pussy.

“Oh dad, I’m so sorry!” Katy spotted me in the hall, “It was an accident, really.” I think she actually blushed about it.

“I know it was, it’s okay.”

She picked up the towel and draped it over the front of herself, when she turned to go to her room I gave her a light swat on her bare ass and I heard her giggle.

I knew beyond a doubt it was an accident, but looking at her pussy again renewed all my thoughts of fucking her. And after Marissa asking how it would feel to be in Katy’s pussy it just made my dick want to get harder faster. I still suspected that Katy wanted me in her, and I was still anticipating her making another grand display to show herself to me to accomplish that. I was just going to wait and see what was going to happen.

The woman in the shop said it was about allure, that really meant Katy wanted to feel confident about her ability to attract a man, she just happened to pick me as her test target. Because of her age and limited sexual experience she must have somehow equated sexual intimacy to be the proof that she wanted. Despite my forbidden interests in her pussy whenever I saw it, I thought there might be a way around that.

That night I went looking for something cold to drink, I swear it wasn’t thirty seconds later before Katy was in the kitchen with me. I wondered at times if she had a hidden monitor in my room to know what I was doing, or if she had some kind of magical fucking radar that let her know where I was and when it could just be the two of us in the room together.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I been nice to you lately?”

“Yes you have honey, thank you.”

“Do you think that if I keep being nice to you that you would…”

“Would what?”

“Uhhh, you know… like you did…”

“Just say it.”

She hesitated, the hesitation turned into a moment, and then a pregnant pause.

“Just tell me what’s on your mind Katy, and be honest. If you lie to me there’s nothing I can do for you.”

“If I’m nice to you, would you… touch me again, down there?”

“You know that’s not something that dad’s and daughters normally don’t do don’t you? Just like you showing off so much.”

“Kind of, I mean I know that it happens. But isn’t it okay if two people really care about each other? I know some other girls that want their dad’s to do it. I mean yeah, some girls didn’t talk that way in school, but other ones did and they told me how much they liked it.”

Seems like girl talk from when she was in school was part of what was feeding her interests. And for some reason I thought there might be something else behind it all but the details escaped me.

“I’ll tell you what, didn’t you buy some other outfits in the lingerie store?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you go put one on so I can see it?”

Katy went from being a little shy on discussing the topic to suddenly having a broad smile, she bolted into her room. After a few hurried minutes she came back into the kitchen wearing a black peek-a-boo outfit under her open robe. I could see where the bra was completely open over her nipples and the panties had a split crotch, giving me a clear view of her slit.

I got up and guided her into the living room to be out of the direct line of sight down the hallway from the master bedroom, just in case Marissa got up to use the bathroom. Plus, the living room would be quieter, people would be less likely to hear us talking and come see what we were doing.

“Go ahead, take your robe off and let me see you.”

She dropped the robe on the floor, her outfit wasn’t as translucent at the last one, but the cutaway features made up for that. Sitting on the couch where I was with her standing there I could see more of where her slit ran down to her pussy.

“You know, you’re actually a very beautiful girl.”

I saw her blush in the dim light that filtered in from the kitchen.

“Turn around, let me see all of you.”

She did as I requested, turning so I could see her from the side, then her back. She had a tight ass, and I liked the way her waist narrowed before reaching her hips. She continued turning until she was facing me again. I was looking directly at her pussy again and I think she liked it.

“Arms up, over your head.”

She stretched out and I watched as her motions raised her tits up.

“Truly beautiful. I can imagine a lot of men would appreciate having you with them.”

I looked her over some more as she brought her arms down. “How does that outfit feel? Is it comfortable?”

“I like it.”

I reached up and traced the edge of the opening around her nipple and both nipples started getting hard. “The material feels nice.” I cupped both of her tits and ran my thumbs over her nipples, then brought her tits together before raising them up some. “Seems like it’s not too tight on you.”

She let out a soft moan and I played with her tits. I drew my hands back and looked at her pussy again.

“What about here?”

She caught her breath as I slipped my fingertip into the split section of her panties, I went in high and the first knuckle of my finger brushed over her clit. Her hips came forward a little as I touched her. I let my finger follow down along the opening in the fabric.

“This doesn’t press into you too much? It’s comfortable too?”

“Uh huh.”

I slid my finger down along the full length of the opening, deeper between her legs I could tell she was soaking wet, her pussy juices smeared across the back of my finger.

I pulled my hand back and watched her as she was starting to breath harder.

“Okay, you’ve been nice to me, and you told me the truth when I asked you to tell me things, so you can have a little bit.”

She parted her legs a little when she saw my hand coming forward. I pressed my fingertips on her clit again and started rubbing her. I heard a wet smack like a kiss as her pussy lips came apart from being so wet. I let her press into me a few times before I told her it was enough.

“Just a little more… please?” she was nearly panting. “I’ll keep being nice to you, I promise.”

“Okay, just a little.” I rubbed her a little longer then let one finger stray down to her pussy hole to feel how wet she was, then I stood up. “You did good, you’ve been being nice to me. You really are beautiful, all of you. Now go to bed.”

I went back into the kitchen to get my drink as she disappeared. When I passed her room I could hear her, I knew she was playing with her pussy and was almost ready to cum. I stood quietly and listened, imagining what she was doing. It didn’t take long for me to hear her groan then she said one thing, “Daddy.”

If I thought Katy was being nice before, she was now double that. She was polite and respectful, she was smiling more and walking with a lighter step. Maybe playing with her a little would be enough to keep her happy. Once or twice of that may resolve her interests and my problems.

Marissa noticed the difference in Katy’s behavior and mentioned it as we got into bed, “Has she been stressing you out less lately?”

“It’s been nice, but I still dread what’s coming next. You know how she’s been, even after talking to her she kept up with flashing her tits and snatch at me.”

“Didn’t that ever affect you to see her do that? I mean, I know you got frustrated with her but didn’t the hormones want to get into action?”

“Well yeah, but my brain would kick in and start raising the daughter flag and that would stop things from going too far.”

“Was that when you’d come get with me? You did seem a little urgent a few times.”

“Yeah, well, biology can be a little demanding at times.”

“How’s your biology now? I’m ready if you are.”

I laughed and grabbed her around her midsection and pulled her over to me, we played with each other then I got onto her and into her.

“Damn you’re wet tonight.”

“I know you like that, do is feel good to you?”

“Always.”

She raised her hips up and let me fuck her deep, I could tell she was getting ready to cum, I started letting off from holding back so I could cum with her. She arched her back and pulled me down to her, she whispered into my ear, “I’ll bet Katy would get really wet for you, you like it when I’m wet.”

She did it again, mentioning our daughter just as I was about to cum, I stabbed into her and shot my load into her hard.

After I caught my breath I commented on what she said.

“Again with Katy?”

“I like the way it feels when you push into me like that. Did you cum hard? It seemed like it. It made me cum hard. And I thought you might have thought about it a little, since your biology gets into it. Besides, if you caught her the way she’s acting now it may be enough for her and she won’t go back to trying to show herself to you all the time.”

I didn’t say anything but the image of Katy’s pussy and how wet it would actually be was burning into my mind.

The house ran on autopilot for a few days, everything was normal and running to the routine. Katy surprised me by silently showing up in the kitchen one night.

“Hi dad.”

I jumped a little at the sound of her voice, when I turned around I was surprised to see her wearing pj’s.

“Hey honey, what’s up?”

“I have another outfit, I thought you might want me to model it for you.”

I knew what she really wanted was for me to play with her pussy some more, and I knew that was going to happen again some time, I just hadn’t planned for it to happen tonight. I stalled a little bit then told her, “Yeah okay, we can do that.”

She disappeared as I blinked and came back wearing a powder blue bra and panty set, she hung by the entrance to the living room and I got up to meet her. I sat on the couch and she ‘modeled’ her underwear for me again.

“Will you touch me some more again now, I’m still being nice aren’t I?”

She was continuing being nice to me, I appreciated the stress reduction. And I didn’t mind playing with her a little, if I gave her a little of what she wanted it meant I got a lot less of what I didn’t want.

I reached for her pussy and she stopped me.

“Wait, can I take my panties off? I got really wet last time and I don’t want to soak my panties, they’re still new.” She paused a moment, “It’s good that I get wet isn’t it? I mean, I like it, it feels really good to me that way. Do you like it when I get really wet?

There was something familiar about this conversation that I couldn’t identify. I didn’t say anything but I nodded for her to remove her panties. She pulled them off and I stared at her pussy again. I started rubbing her clit, then I got curious about how wet she really was, I let one of my fingers stray down to find out.

She was slick, and a bit hot when I touched her pussy hole, she thrust herself forward at my touch, trying to get my finger into her. She was so wet that it wanted to naturally slip into her, I let it go into the first knuckle and then drew it back. I flicked my finger in and out of her. She let out a soft moan and her hips wanted to move with me as I played with her an imagined how her pussy would feel on my dick. I stopped moving my finger and just let it stay in her a little.

I heard a soft groan of complaint when I pulled my finger out.

“Did you feel how wet I am? Do you want to put it all the way inside me to feel it some more?”

I did want to do that, but with my dick. I let my curiosity take it one step further and I put my hand back between her legs and pushed my middle finger all the way up inside her, I could feel she was hot and completely soaked. I wiggled my finger a little and against my deeper desires I pulled it back out.

“Ohhh…” she complained about the loss of touch.

“That’s enough for now.” I was hard as a rock.

I knew Katy was going to go play with her pussy again, I was about to go fuck my wife as I thought about feeling my finger all the way inside Katy. I got into bed behind my wife laying on her side and was mildly surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. My finger was still coated with Katy’s pussy juices and I slid it into Marissa. That became a bit of a turn on, I knew that when I put my dick into my wife that I’d be feeling some of Katy’s wetness on me.

Marissa stirred in her sleep and adjusted herself to let me penetrate her. I fucked her, and as I came I imagined Katy in her room cumming at the same time.

A couple of nights later, I went to bed earlier to be with Marissa.

“I see Katy has been more relaxed lately, but she still seems like she’s hanging on you and wanting more, have you thought about it?” Marissa asked.

We were laying side by side and I was playing with her pussy a little so I could penetrate her. When she mentioned Katy it felt like she got wetter.

“Still?” I questioned her on talking about Katy again.

“It seems to make you cum hard when I do, I like that. Cum in me hard again Bill.”

That’s a hard request to ignore, I got into her pussy and started fucking her.

“It’s okay to think about her pussy when you fuck me, I like it. You get harder and it makes me wetter for you. I can feel you getting harder right now.”

And I could feel her getting wetter as well, that made me want to fuck both her and Katy that much more.

“She’d be wet for you, really wet,” she whispered.

I thrust into her with more energy, all the imagery and feeling her was making me hard and hot.

“Maybe you should play with her pussy a little, just to feel it, she how wet she gets for you.”

My wife was on a new sexual kick, talking about our daughters pussy made her hot and I could feel it as I fucked her. I knew she was really doing it to get me to fuck Katy, but it made her hot to think about it. I was going to turn the tables on her.

“Do you think I should play with her pussy?”

“Uh huh.”

“Will she get wet for me?”

“Yesss…”

“Does that make your pussy wet too when you think about it?”

“God yesss…”

“Should I make her cum? What if I made her pussy cum, would you like that?”

Marissa started bucking, throwing herself into me to get me to fuck her more.

“Do it, make her pussy cum for me.” She went rigid and I felt her pussy on me, cumming harder and longer than I’d known from her in a while.

“Well, I’ll think about it. I know you want me to think about it.” I let myself go inside her as she was finishing her orgasm.

She collapsed under me, and wrapped her arms around me as she came down from her high.

I wasn’t in a rush to do anything with Katy, I wanted to do it, yes, but I also wanted her to suffer the prolonged agony that she put me through. A few nights later she snuck out of her room and came into the kitchen again to see me.

“I do have one more outfit dad, do you want to see it?”

I smiled at her and told her to put it on, when she came back I was already in the living room. She was wearing a sleek white outfit, almost a teddy top that was thin enough for me to see her nipples. Her panties were basically a g-string, slim over the crotch and held on by spaghetti thin laces that were tied in bows at the sides.

She showed off for me, turning and posing so I could see all of her. When she turned around and bent over I could see the fabric that barely covered her hole, and that hollow point at the top of her thighs that was leading to her pussy. I felt the familiar surge of blood in my dick that made it want spring up so I could put it in her and feel her wet heat.

“You really make that outfit look beautiful.” I reached for and rubbed her clit a little.

“You’ve been very good to me all this time, I’m going to give you something extra for all your effort.” I looked at the bows on either side of her hips and tugged on one of the drawstrings, “Do these work?”

The bow came undone and I pulled her teeny panties down to her ankles, then I rubbed her clit some more for her. Once she pressed into me a couple of times I put a finger inside her pussy, this time I let it go deep, and I started slowly drawing it out and pressing it back into her.

Katy liked that a lot. I thought a couple of times she was going to grab my hand and pull me tight into her, but she kept herself steady and let me finger her. Her pussy was soaked, her juices ran down the back of my hand and I felt her starting to tense up to cum. I got off the couch and put an arm around her to hold her.

“Go ahead, this is for you. Let your pussy cum for me.”

That was all it took, she latched onto me and clung hard as I felt her contractions on my finger.

“Good girl, you’re a good girl,” I assured her.

She pressed her legs together so she could keep my finger in her, then she got her arms around me and told me, “That felt good, it felt really good, I want to keep being your good girl.”

“As long as you behave, okay?” I could feel she was still shaking from a deep orgasm, I put one hand over her tit and pressed in, then I gave it a light squeeze. “Go to bed now honey.”

Marissa and I had been together long enough that we weren’t still having sex every night, but we were still chasing each other around two or three times a week, and occasionally, twice in one day. When I got home from work I found her in the kitchen prepping dinner, this time I made sure it was her before I said or did anything, I still remembered when Katy wore her blouse and got me to molest her.

I slid my arms around her and grabbed her tits, she giggled until I whispered in her ear.

“I thought about playing with Katy’s pussy.”

“Mmmm… What did you think about?”

“Pulling her panties down so I could see her, and then putting my finger in her to see how wet she would get.”

“Unhhh… What did you think about next?”

“I thought about telling you to make your pussy hot.”

She smirked at me and then gave me a mock complaint, “That’s not fair, I need to fix dinner and now I’m all wound up.”

When it was long enough after dinner and a kid or two was already in bed Marissa nodded toward our room.

“See how you are?” she playfully accused me, “Get me all worked up and then make me wait for it.”

She got her panties off and I felt her pussy, just to check. She was wet, and ready to get me into her. I liked it when her pussy was hot, it felt good to me and made me want to fuck her just to watch her cum.

We got into bed in a hurry, she opened her legs and I pushed straight into her.

“Are you glad I thought about getting her pussy wet?”

Marissa raised into me, “Yesss…”

“Do you think it would make her want to cum?”

“Unhhh…”

“Do you think I should make her cum?

“Yes, do it, make her pussy cum. Make her cum hard.”

I started fucking her harder, seeing her this hot, feeling her this wet, and talking about Katy was going to make me cum so hard that I thought my balls would shoot out of my dick.

“You should let her suck you, would you get hard if she sucked you?”

I’d already thought about cumming in Katy’s mouth, and about feeling her wet tongue brushing against the underside of my dick to make me do that. Marissa’s suggestion brought that to mind again. I thrust into her.

“I get hard when you suck my dick.”

“Let her try it too.”

Both of us banged into each other, already at our limits and we were still pressing together to get more. I fell onto her as she lay there sweating and panting. She pulled me close and spoke into my ear, “Let her suck you.”

I knew Katy was eager to get me alone again, especially after I made her cum, her radar must have gone off because as soon as I got a bottle of soda out of the fridge, she was there, in her pj’s.

“Dad?” she sounded a little quiet or let down.

“What’s going on honey?”

“I don’t have any more new outfits to show you.”

“Katy, you’re so beautiful that you don’t need outfits to shine…”

That one caught her off guard, she blushed from hearing it.

“… what if I could see you in your normal bra and panties? Would you do that for me? We haven’t done that yet.”

She had a shy smile, fancy bras and panties were meant to be shown off, daily wear is what you kept under your clothes, hidden from prying eyes. Asking to see her in those things would be a little more intimate.

“I need to get a bra.”

“Wait.” I put my hand on her tit and ran my thumb over where her nipple would be. “Yeah, I guess you do.”

She was a little slow to let me see her, her bra wasn’t as white as it used to be and her panties were a bit less blue. That didn’t change my thoughts about being in her pussy. She ‘modeled’ her underwear again, striking some poses that she knew I liked.

I put my hands over her bra and felt her tits, then I ran the back of my finger down the front panel off her panties all the way down to her pussy. She moved into me when I went over her clit.

“These look good on you, you’re a sexy girl.” I rubbed her pussy a little.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how we talked about it feeling good to get sucked?”

“I remember.”

“I was thinking about it, when a girl does that, the guy gets to feel good, but the girl only does it for him. It’s like she’s being good just for him. You’ve done things to make me feel good and I really liked it, but we haven’t done anything for you. Maybe I could be good for you that way? You know, let me suck you to make you feel good too.”

It was like I heard an echo, something in my brain clicked. I wondered before if there was more than just a dad crush and some high school girl talk behind all this. I was beginning to think I knew what it was.

“I’d like that honey, I think you would make me feel very good.”

I saw her smile and she looked at my crotch in anticipation.

“But I want to save that for later, right now I want to make you cum again. Would you like that?”

She nodded and her hips came slightly forward.

“Do you want to take your panties off?

“We don’t need to.”

“Okay, but I want to pull them down so I can see you, alright?”

She smiled and I took her panties down to mid-thigh, then I started playing with her pussy. She was already deeply wet and it only took one push to get my finger soaked in her juices. I fingered her like I did before, but this time I got up right away to hold her and I talked to her quietly.

“That was a very generous offer you made. Yes, I want to feel you suck on me, I’d get really hard for you. And I want to lick you too, would you let me do that with you?”

“Yes.”

She pulled closer to me as I slid my finger in and out of her wet slot.

“Will you let your pussy cum for me? I want to know that I can make you feel good.”

“Uhnnn…”

“You’ve been a good girl to me, thank you, it’s much nicer this way isn’t it?”

“Yesss…” she was getting close.

“Let it feel good, let me make you cum baby.”

The moment was intense for her, she gripped me tighter and wanted to squeeze her legs together to feel my finger snug inside her. I fingered her deep, feeling her pussy juice all over my hand from her excitement. She hung on tight when she came.

“Good girl, let your pussy cum. I know you’ve been doing what you’re told to do, you’re a good girl. I’ll do more things with you later, okay? Would you like that?”

“Oh, daddy.”

Just before I pulled her panties back up, I pulled her slit apart and ran my tongue over her clit a couple of times.

I got up to ask her, “Did you like that? I’m going to do that with you more too, okay?”

“Yesss…”

I had an idea of what had been going on and now I wanted answers.

I closed the door and flipped the bedroom light on. After I pulled the covers off Marissa I turned her onto her back and stripped her panties off. She was mostly awake when I slid my finger, still wet from Katy, into her.

“Feel that? It’s wet from her pussy, and now it’s in you.”

“Unhhh…”

She was instantly hot because she knew it was true.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been going on now?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been coaching Katy, telling her what to say and do, haven’t you?” I wasn’t angry, and there was no condemnation or spite in my tone. I just said what I believed flat out, looking for answers.

“How…” she paused, “how did you know?”

“Because you said something about how wet she would get, and the next chance she had she told me she liked being wet. Then you said I should let her suck me, and right after that she offered to do it.”

She didn’t say anything right away. I kept moving my finger in and out of her, but she wasn’t as hot as a moment ago. “Yeah, I’ve been telling her what to do.”

“How come?”

“Are you going to keep your finger in me?” she distracted from the question.

“Yes, you like knowing that she gets wet for me and that my dick gets hard for her, so I’m going to keep you wet too. So how come?”

“Do you remember when I said I had a dad crush? It wasn’t ten minutes, it was years. My mom knew about it but my dad was oblivious. Finally she decided something needed to be done about it and she told me how to get his attention. He liked tits, a lot. When we went into town he was always looking at other women. Mom knew but she didn’t complain since he wasn’t touching any of them. She told me to wear thin shirts so he could see my nipples, or to find ways to press my tits into him. One time I acted like I didn’t know he was there and I ‘accidentally’ let my tits out so he could see them and I saw his dick get hard. When I asked if I could see him hard, he finally gave in and let me have him. It was… beautiful. It brought us closer in ways that neither of us expected.”

“So, you did it with your dad?” I felt her get wetter from my question.

“Yes.”

“Was that the only time?”

“No, we kept doing it when we could, there was something between us that only we could share, and it was deep and significant. I don’t know if mom knew or not but she never said anything except after the first time, when she only asked if I was okay.”

“How long were you doing it with him?”

“Years. When mom was passing she asked me to keep being nice to dad. I think maybe she did know after all, but dad was happy and so was she.”

“Your mom passed less that ten years ago,” Now I was curious, we’d been married almost twenty-one years. “You did it with him after that?” I could feel the heat in her pussy rise after I asked.

“Yes, both of us needed it, even wanted it.”

“Are you still doing it with him?”

“Can’t, he’s got a problem down there and it stops him.”

“If he could, would you?” Her pussy gushed.

“Yes.” At least she was being honest.

“You really like it when he’s in your pussy don’t you?” I kept my finger moving in and out of her and she rose up to feel me as she thought about being with her dad.

“Yesss…”

“Is that why you want me to do it with Katy, because you like doing it with your dad so much?” She was getting into me touching her and the things we were talking about, she began moving with more energy.

“Yes.”

“I told you the truth when I came in, my finger was wet from her. I played with her pussy and made her cum.”

“Unh…” She arched her back and began to twist around.

“I told her I would lick her too.”

“Unh… unh… unh…”

“Do you think if I fuck her it’ll be as good as you and your dad?”

Marissa grabbed my hand and pulled me deep into her as she came. Her nipples were rock hard, her stomach muscles tightened and I felt her get so wet I thought I might need to find a towel. I’d never seen her this hot.

When she finally calmed some, she was able to talk more, “Katy and I are a lot alike, when I saw her going through the same thing as me, I knew the only thing to do was to try to get you to fuck her. She might have gone a little overboard with showing herself off.”

“Ya think? She was making me miserable. And now that I think about it, you put her up to it.”

“I’m sorry Bill, I might have gone about it the wrong way.”

“If you would have told me this story before, I might have been a little more open minded about it.”

“I know. I had to tell her to back off, that she was scaring you away. After she started being nice to you, she told me you played with her pussy as a ‘reward’ and I was really happy for her because it made her feel so good about herself and that you were warming up to the idea of fucking her. And I got excited too when she said you made her cum. I just told her to keep being nice and that you’d come around.

“She’s my only daughter, and I really wanted her to feel the same thing that I did, and I wanted you to feel it too. After dad and I started fucking I saw him change, he was happier and more confident. Not that you needed that, but I knew it would be good for you too.

“If you could just find some way to make this work for you, so you can be in her and let her feel what it’s like to be with you, then everything will be better, you’ll see.”

“What if I put my dick in her, and then I put it in you, would that get you hot?” I was teasing, but she took it to heart.

“Oh god, I’d cum for a week if you did that. After she told me you played with her, I had to come in here and finger myself and I thought about how wet she must have been for you.”

“Sounds like I need to fuck you.”

“I’d like it better if you fucked her, she really needs it with you.”

“I meant right now.”

“So did I.”

My dick got jeans ripping hard.

“Are you serious?”

“Feel my pussy and you’ll know.”

She was soaked. When I took my finger out of her she nodded towards the door. I looked at her once and she nodded again.

I went to Katy’s door and knocked, I didn’t wait for an answer before I turned the knob, the room was barely lit from a small night light but I could see her as she sat up in bed, she covered her tits as an afterthought.

“Dad?”

I closed the door behind me.

“Is everything okay?” She was still curious about me coming into her room.

“Yes, everything is good.”

I sat on her bed and told her to lay down,” I know what you need honey, I want you to let me fuck you.”

“Ohhh…”

I pulled her covers back and she was laying on the bed completely nude. I reached for her pussy and she spread her legs to let me finger her. She was still wet from earlier. She watched as I got up and took my clothes off, she caught her breath when she saw I was hard for her.

I got between her legs and put my dick right up to her, I could feel her heat before I was even in her. I got my dick head between her pussy lips and it wanted to slide all the way into her without trying.

Time came to a halt the instant that I was fully into her. I had worried at times that after all the tension of seeing her display herself to me, or from me touching her, or even the buildup I felt from my wife who basically spoon feeding me the ideas and images of fucking Katy, that once I was in her I would just shoot my load. This was not what I expected. I was floating in a sea of sensations, I could feel Katy, all of her. I felt like I sank into more than just her pussy. We were together, it was warm and welcoming and more comfortable than anything I knew before. Laying on her felt as good as laying in her. I hung there, suspended in that mixed state of emotions and feelings; it felt like the right place for me to be.

When I came back to having my own head, I started talking to Katy, “I’m fucking you honey, feel me inside you. Your pussy feels so good to me, I’ve needed it for a long time.”

“You feel good to me too dad, I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time too.”

“I’m doing it right now honey, I’m in your pussy. I really need to make you cum.”

“Ohhh…

“And I’ll be able to fuck you more later too okay Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

‘Good. And I still want to feel you suck me, will you do that too?”

“Yes, I wanted to suck you earlier.”

“I like that, and I’m going to lick your pussy until you cum in my mouth, have you ever done that?”

“No, but I want to with you.”

“Good girl, now feel me in your pussy so you can cum on me.”

The sex talk was done, I could feel her pussy was swollen and hot, and she gushed so much from her excitement that my balls were wet. I pushed into her and she was feeling every inch of it. She started squirming and then she broke loose, she grabbed at me and pushed down on me as she came. She felt good to me and I wanted to cum in her, but I was holding back for a reason.

When she fell limp beneath me I kissed her and talked to her softly, “You’re beautiful. It was only good because it was you and me, I need more of that, just you and me fucking.” I told her to get some sleep and reminded her that I would fuck her more.

I didn’t bother getting dressed, I just gathered my clothes and went to my own room. Marissa was waiting for me, she saw my dick and knew it happened.

“Lay down,” I told her.

She got herself ready and I got into bed between her legs, I was just about to get into her but she pushed me back to kneeling and sat up. She didn’t hesitate to take my dick in her mouth.

“Mmmm, it’s her, you really did it.”

She rubbed her hands over my dick and balls and they got wet from Katy’s juices. She smeared her hands over my shoulders then when I was laying on her she started licking those places.

“I need you to do this again, fuck her, and then come fuck me.”

“Did it feel this good when you fucked with your dad?”

“Ohhh…”

“I told Katy that I’m going to fuck her more.”

“Unhhh…”

“Her pussy was really wet, she liked it.”

Marissa let loose at that, she rocked as she came, shoulders coming off the bed and then her hips. She was sloppy wet and she wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down.

“Do it baby, let your pussy cum.”

She kept twisting and bucking, she finally got into a place where I could hold myself deep inside her as she finished.

I just fucked two of the hottest pussies that I had ever been in, I needed to cum.

“Did you suck on your dad’s dick too.”

“Mmmm, I loved doing that.”

“Show me how you did it, suck me like you sucked him.”

She got me up onto my knees again and sat up to get me into her mouth. Over the years I had been in her mouth any number of times, same as I had used my mouth on her. But this was different, she took to it with a passion. She sucked me hard and took me deeper than I knew her to do before, at one point she had all of me in her mouth and I felt the back of her throat, it felt like her pussy.

“Too bad your dad can’t fuck you anymore, maybe you could suck him a while.”

“Mmmm…” I felt the vibrations from throat as she moaned.

“You like that, do you want to try sucking him?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“If you’re lucky you could get him hard and feel him in your pussy again.”

Marissa started to finger herself.

“You could go visit him and I could stay here and fuck Katy, can you still taste her on me?”

She got another finger into herself and was moving her fingers in a blur.

“Honey, you’re really hot, should I fuck you more?”

She was flat on her back in no time. I got into her pussy and nearly came just from her swollen heat, She grabbed me and slammed herself down on me, she was cumming again. I waited for her to calm down.

“Lay still babe so I can fuck you, I still need to cum.”

She gave herself to me and just let me use her pussy to feel good, it didn’t take too long for me to let everything out and into her, I imagined how it would feel when I could finally cum in Katy.

“Thank you,” she told me.

“For?”

“Everything, the way you make me feel, and for fucking Katy, and for the idea.”

“You mean sucking your dads dick?”

“Yes,”

“Do you need to do it?”

“Yes.”

“I hope he gets hard for you.”

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