My daughter, Lena, has always been a wild one, just like her mother. And just like her mother, she's a looker. At 5' 4" and 110 pounds, she's cute as a button, and that natural red hair somewhat explains the temperament. Lena was 16 when her mother and I were married, and within a year we became best of buddies. She is a pleasure to be around and always the life of the party. After about two or so beers she becomes a real comedian and keeps me in stitches.
Although I have been told by at least three of her 5 ex-husbands that she ceases to be funny after about 6 months of marriage. I can't say that this was the first time I had lusted for her, but it was the first time I had the opportunity to fulfill my fantasies. My wife had gone to see our son in Florida and Lena was coming down hard from ex number five. Her and a friend had been hitting the bars pretty hard and I was truly concerned. Lena was not one to hold her liquor well and it was just a matter of time before she got in trouble. She gladly accepted my invitation to spend a couple days with me, time away from her problems and entertaining Dad while Mom was gone. I expected her in late on Friday night after work. It is about a three hour drive from where she lives. But instead, she and her friend, Donna, show up on my door step about noon.
Now I have to tell you a little about Donna. She is the same age as Lena, 33, but shows the years a lot harder. Lena could easily pass for 21 or younger and frequently gets carded at the bars, much to Donna's dismay. But Donna is fun-loving just like Lena and has a tight firm body.
Being self-employed at home I was not prepared to just drop everything and start entertaining, so I sent the two rambunctious girls to a local pub with instructions to stay out of trouble, and I would join them for dinner. Although my work wasn't done, I couldn't concentrate on anything but what the girls were doing. So I wrapped things up and headed to the bar about 4:00PM. And, of course, when I got there they were both well on their way to causing a riot. Donna had evidently encouraged the attentions of a young man just about the time his girl friend came through the door. At least I think she was a girl. She was twice Donna's size and it was difficult in the poor light, but I was pretty sure she had a five o'clock shadow. Of course, Lena was right in her face and it was all I could do to separate the three of them. We managed to exit the bar without incident, but we had the dilemma of two cars at the bar. It wasn't exactly rocket science. Lena rode with me and Donna followed to one of my favorite eateries. What surprised me was Lena's comments in the car.
" Sometimes Donna can be such a bitch! What she really needs is some big dick to fuck her till she can't walk," she spouted.
"Why Lena, such language in front of your father. I can tell you've had too much to drink already," I replied.
"Bull Shit," she giggled. "Let's get Donna laid tonight, okay?"
"It's OK by me, but Donna might have something to say about it. Don't you think so? Just bear in mind it's early and you might want to pace yourself a bit with the drinking," I responded, sounding like a father should.
The night proceeded as you might expect. These two characters kept me in stitches throughout our meal. Lena did her best to set Donna up. From the host to the bus boy, she made promises on Donna's behalf of wild monkey love. However, Donna never did catch on to Lena's true efforts and just chalked the evening up to more of Lena's weird humor. After dinner we resumed our two-vehicle caravan to a local dance hall. The music was loud and not of my liking, but the girls were having a ball. It probably wasn't until that evening that I realized what an alluring woman my daughter was. And, what a tease! Lena was wearing a nice pair of conservative shorts with a polo-type shirt, not too provocative, but tight enough to show her firm round ass. Donna, on the other hand was dressed more sluttish. She wore a short, mid-thigh, baby blue skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. And more than once during the evening she exposed her white bikinis. Even with her much larger boobs and sexy attire, Donna did not attract the men the way Lena did. There was just something about Lena that caused men to lust for her.
By about 10:00 this old man was wearing down, and both the girls had had way too much to drink. At one point they both left the table to head for the bar, giggling and clutching each other. At some point amid their stagger, they both fell down. The pair of them both splayed on the floor with legs tangled together was hilarious at first, then, the reality set in. While Lena was laughing uncontrollably, Donna lay in somewhat of a stupor on her ass and leaning back on her elbows. Her knees were raised and spread and her short skirt up around her waist. The white panties took on that florescent hue of the bar lights and the roundness and plumpness of her pussy was hypnotizing. I don't think I could have fucked her till she couldn't walk, but at that instant I would have given it a try. It was obviously time to go home. Without modesty but with a little help from Lena and me, Donna got to her feet.
When I suggested it was time to go, I got the expected responses, but they finally agreed with one stipulation. We had to all have a parting shot of Jose Cuervo at the bar. A small price to pay to secure the safety of these two young drunks. I got them to the bar and placed the order, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got back there were not three shots on the bar, but six. And there was an argument between the two girls as to who could drink the most. Before I could intervene, Donna killed three shots faster than I could believe. Even Lena was amazed, and before she could try to match the task, I grabbed two of the shots and drank them myself. I don't really like tequila, but I knew I would have my hands full with Donna and I was hoping for at least a little help from Lena.
Lena finished the final shot as I drug them both toward the door. Ignoring the second vehicle, I directed them both to my car. With much ado I got them both in the car, with Donna in the middle and Lena riding shotgun. The ride home was only about 20 minutes and I was hoping to get there before either of them got sick or passed out. No such luck. Naturally with Donna in the middle, she was the one to get sick. I pulled over just in time, as Donna lay across Lena's lap puking her guts out on the curb. The whole time Lena laughed and carried on about Donna being weak and such a wimp. When Donna finally quit with the dry heaves, we pulled her back to an upright position and I started driving. By this time Donna was a rag doll. She leaned against me with her head on my shoulder and I pushed her head away. The puke breath was unbearable. Lena resumed her verbal attack on Donna, but talking to me rather than talking directly to Donna.
"I told you she was a bitch, didn't I? Just look at her. Dressing up to tease the guys but never coming through for them. And did you see those bikini panties, so damn tight you could read her lips?" As she spoke, Lena lifted Donna's skirt from her legs to her lap, exposing her panties. " I think she gets her rocks off by teasing instead of fucking. That's why she's such a frustrated bitch all the time." Lena grabbed Donna's right knee and pulled her legs far apart. With her right hand she pulled the elastic of Donna's panties aside to expose her hairy pussy. Then with her left hand she crudely dipped her middle finger into Donna's pussy. She pulled it out with a note of triumph and said, "See, I knew she would be all wet." Nonchalantly she wiped her wet finger on Donna's white blouse.
I was dumbstruck! "Lena, what the hell are you doing? You can't just…."
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Daddy O. You know you love it. Do you think I missed you staring at that pussy at the bar? And taking every opportunity to look up her skirt all night?" Lena burst out laughing. "I bet you've got a woody right now."
