Moving Closer and Closer

This is a complete fantasy of my own creation. Since it is my own world, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All characters practice good hygiene which means showers are only mentioned when a part of the sexual activities. All participants in the sexual activities are over the age of 18.

I had a choice between starting a new story line in order to include Tracey and the following events or just continue with this story line which is basically a love story between a father and daughter.

Tracey wormed her way into the story and I am allowing her to remain for the time being.

You should note that I am no longer going to be including Mikey in the story. He will be referenced but not an active participant in the story in any way. Carla will continue to appear sporadically.

Your comments on my choice will be greatly appreciated.

Finally, both of us completed cumming. I had shot rope after rope into the teenager's womb. Tracey's pussy had clamped down on me. Our mutual orgasms drained us both completely. The now exhausted teenager slumped on my chest. Slightly muffled by my chest hair, I heard her saying something to my daughter who had frigged her own clit to orgasm.

"This was worth waiting all this time. Your daddy is a wonderful fuck."

I was exhausted by the events of the evening and fell asleep, typical guy that I am, almost immediately after I had cum in my daughter's best friend's pussy. The last thing I remembered was hearing Tracey's congratulatory comment on my ability as a sexual partner.

It was the sun shining through a crack in the curtains that woke me that morning. I was alone in the bed. Disappointingly, it wasn't a teenager sucking my cock that woke me. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

My morning routine completed, I sat down with my first cup of the gods' elixir, coffee. Checking my phone, I saw that my daughter had texted me saying she would be home shortly and she wanted to talk. Oh oh, it was never good when a woman wanted to talk. Trouble was on its way. I decided I wasn't going to work that day.

It was about an hour later that my darling Kim came home. She threw her school stuff down on the armchair asking if there was any coffee made. Shaking my head no, she said she would make a fresh pot, get changed, and meet me in the rec room.

I waited downstairs for her. I'll admit, I was nervous waiting for Kim to appear. It was with relief she came downstairs bringing two cups of coffee with her.

Stupidly I know, I jumped into the conversation as soon as she was seated on the couch with me and we had our first sips.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Last night," responded my daughter.

I began to launch into an apology but stopped when Kim held up her hand.

"Let me talk, Daddy," she started. "I know we are in love with each other. I want you to be my man for the rest of our lives."

Again, I tried to get in a word and again my daughter stopped me with an upheld palm of her hand.

"I love it when we play together, Daddy, even if we haven't fucked yet."

I really tried to sputter out something but I was given the hand yet again. The shoe had to drop shortly.

My daughter continued, "I liked watching you fucking Tracey last night. It turned me on so much. I even fingered myself watching you."

This chat was taking a different path than I had thought. I finally took the hint, not trying to say anything.

"After you fell asleep, Tracey described it all to me." My daughter stopped in order to take another swallow of her coffee. Swallow? Would she be swallowing my cum after this talk? Bad me.

"I'm still not ready to go all the way with you, Daddy. I want to keep my virginity until the time is perfect for both of us."

More coffee for her and a hard on for me.

"But, last night was such a turn on for all of us, I think. It was good for you, wasn't it, Daddy? You liked fucking my best friend, didn't you, Daddy?"

I nodded my head as furiously as I could without rocking it right off my neck. I didn't know if this was the time for me to speak. I continued with the enthusiastic nodding.

Understanding dawned on my daughter.

"It's okay, Daddy, you can talk now," Kim said while chuckling.

"It was absolutely fantastic! Having you both in my bed was beyond belief."

"And, I think we should do it again, Daddy, the three of us together," said my teenaged daughter.

Kim didn't need to hold up her hand again. She had rendered me speechless. Another threesome with two hot teenagers??? Like I was going to refuse! I almost dropped my coffee cup. My daughter put her cup down before sliding into my arms.

My daughter kissed me. Just a regular father daughter kiss on the lips. Not that it remained a chaste kiss for long. Very quickly, my daughter and I were exchanging passionate, soul kisses. My dick grew hard and a glance at her revealed that my daughter's nipples were poking through her t-shirt.

Before I could begin feeling up my daughter, she broke away from me to continue speaking.

"We can't do anything right now, Daddy. I'm sorry but I need to finish up a paper for school this afternoon. And I'm going to dinner with Tracey and her father tonight. He's in town visiting her today."

"Okay, Baby, I understand," I said while trying to hide my disappointment.

Giving me a final kiss, Kim went upstairs to her bedroom. I spent the rest of the afternoon puttering around the house. I was just sitting down to watch the early news when Kim emerged from her room.

"Daddy, we need a favour," she said as she came down the stairs.

I looked at her questioningly.

"Tracey wants you to come to dinner with her father and us."

"Why? You know I don't like socializing with people I don't really know."

"She says her father has been hitting on her all afternoon."

That seemed to be a good thing to me. Considering last night's activities. And I said so.

"She doesn't like it, Daddy. She thinks if you are with us, he'll calm down. Otherwise, he might hit on the both of us."

That was enough to convince me. There was no way that lecherous old bastard was going to hit on my daughter. Yeah, I know. Rick zero, hypocrisy one. Anyway, the only hypocrisy I admire is my own.

Tracey's favourite restaurant was Red Lobster so that was where, of course, we went. It was crowded when we arrived. They sat us at a table at the far end of the room in the corner.

The meal was just okay, the restaurant wasn't my favourite. The meal was passable. Most of the conversation was between the two teenagers. Tracey's father, Fred, had a few cocktails before dinner and wine with dinner. I noticed that when he was successful in saying something, there was a slight slur in his voice.

The two girls went to the washroom leaving we two fathers sitting silently. No one was sitting around us anymore as much of the dinner crowd had left the restaurant. Fred broke the silence.

"There go two sexy assed girls," he said watching our two daughters walk away.

He glanced at me but I had nothing to say. But his comment did have me watching the two teenagers swinging asses as they walked away from the table.

"Your daughter is really sexy, Rick. Do you ever think about fucking her?"

My head swiveled away from the girls so quickly I thought it could fall off my neck. I met his gaze with a glare in my eyes.

"What the hell are you saying, Fred? Where do you get off saying something like that?"

"Easy, man," said Fred. "I think of fucking Tracey all the time. Your girl is even sexier than mine so I just wondered."

The slur had gone from Fred's voice. His eyes were clear and he was looking at me in a very straightforward manner. Did he know something? Had Tracey said something to him?

"So? Do you?" Fred asked again.

"Fred, I think the question is totally insane. I don't know where you get off asking me a question like that."

"There's no harm in thinking about it, is there? When my Tracey sits on my lap or cuddles up to me on the couch while watching TV, I think it is only logical that I think about fucking her. Don't you agree?" said the older father.

I maintained my piercing look at the other father. I could feel myself beginning to blush though. The cuddling on the couch comment of his made me think of Kim and I also cuddling.

"See," he said. "You agree with me. You have thought of fucking your daughter."

Fortunately I did not need to answer as the two girls returned to the table. They were giggling at some private bit of humour.

"I think we should go," I said, signaling for the waitress to bring our bill.

"Daddy, we haven't had dessert yet," said Kim.

"I need us to go right now," I said sternly.

Fred was smirking at me. Once the bill was paid and we were leaving, I saw that Fred had his eyes glued to our daughters' asses yet again. There was an anger burning in me. And embarrassment as well.

It was a long drive across town back to our street. Tracey and her father were in the back seat with Kim and I in the front. As we drove along, I began to hear odd noises from the backseat. Odd under the circumstances.

There were murmurings of whispered conversations. Next came the whispers mixed in with a girlish giggle and a male chuckle. This continued for some time. Kim kept trying to make conversation with me. Mostly, I think, to distract me from the goings on in the backseat.

Her attempts at distraction failed when I heard kissing sounds from behind me. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw that Tracey was wrapped around her father and they were exchanging kisses. I looked towards my daughter who merely shrugged at me.

Soon enough, we were home and I was pleased this confusing and disconcerting evening was coming to an end. Since Tracey lived just a few houses away and, anyway, Fred's car was parked in front of our house, I said goodbye and walked into my house content to allow my daughter to take care of the courtesies.

If I thought the evening had been disconcerting to this point, I was far more troubled when the three of them walked in. Once again, I looked to my daughter for a response to my unasked question.

Tracey answered for her. "My dad would like to speak with you, Rick," she said.

Not knowing how to avoid the situation, I sat down on the couch, inviting Fred and his daughter to sit down as well. The two daughters joined me on the couch, each one taking a seat on either side of me. Fred took his seat in the armchair.

I sat silently waiting for someone to speak.

"Daddy," my daughter spoke first. "We sort of tricked you, Tracey ad I."

Before she could say more, Fred picked up the conversation.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Rick," began Fred. "Tracey has always spoken highly of you and, I suspect, she has had a crush on you for some time now."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks indicating I was blushing. A quick glance at both girls showed Tracey was also blushing. I put my arm around her to comfort her. I sensed how discomforted she was by the embarrassing statement her father made. Kim put her arm around me in sympathy as well. Sympathy for whom? Me?

Fred continued, "She also told me about you and your daughter...umm...fucking."

Both Kim and I glared at the other teenager. There was no escaping the anger in my eyes.

"I can see you are pissed off, Rick. But you should also know that she told me about the threesome between you all."

I struggled for something to say but the anger had one hell of a hold on my brain and voice box.

"Tracey told me about you because of a situation she and I are in."

This time it was his turn to look embarrassed. Tracey was looking back at Kim and I defiantly. I couldn't help but assume my daughter already knew where this conversation was going.

Fred continued speaking. "You see, I have wanted to fuck my daughter for some time now. But...umm...I can't. Due to a medical condition, I can't get a hard on. Not even with the little blue pills."

The man was blushing so hard now that I was concerned he might have a stroke. I looked to Tracey for guidance. She gestured for me to stay put. But, she picked up the conversational thread.

"Daddy's right, Rick. I have had a crush on you for a long time. And being with you and Kim, seeing you together, reinforced how much I wanted to make love to my father too."

"Daddy can't get it hard. He also doesn't like the thought of going down on me. Oral sex, whether giving or receiving just doesn't do it for him. Umm, so he has jerked off watching me masturbate."

All four of us were getting a hold on our embarrassment. I nodded to Fred indicating I understood his issue. And, even sympathized to some extent. My daughter cuddled even closer to me placing her hand on my thigh.

"I appreciate your understanding, Rick. From what my daughter has said, you and your daughter share the loving relationship I want with my daughter but can't have," said Fred.

Seeing how close my daughter was to me, Fred's teenaged daughter cuddled in close as well, also placing her hand on my thigh. Both girls began to rub my thigh.

"I'd like to ask you for a favour, Rick," said Fred almost plaintively.

As usual, I didn't comment out loud. I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"I'd like to watch you making love with our daughters," he stated firmly.

This conversation certainly had not gone in any direction I would have conceived of, not in a million years.

Fred rushed out another statement, "I'd like to masturbate watching the three of you fuck."

Now, I really had nothing to say. I looked at the two girls helplessly. Their next actions demonstrated their combined approval of the man's request. Kim's hand was rubbing my thigh vigorously and didn't stop when she reached my dick. Tracey took me by the chin and turned my head towards hers. Her mouth was on mine a moment later.

Not accepting the circumstances as yet, I looked towards the other father for his reaction to his daughter kissing me. He was rubbing his own cock through his pants while watching us.

I didn't seem to be given any opportunity to refuse as the two teenagers, one with her tongue in my mouth and the other with her hand in the fly of my jeans, worked their sexual magic on me. My chubby wasn't disapproving of the goings on either, growing harder by the moment.

My daughter was struggling with my cock inside my jeans and Tracey must have noticed. Continuing the duel of our tongues, she reached down with one hand to undo my pants. Just getting the button undone gave her best friend, my daughter, greater access to my now fully hard cock.

Our soul kisses stopped long enough for the two teenagers to get my pants off me completely and tossed to the floor. Not wasting any effort, my briefs also went the way of my jeans. Tracey pulled my shirt off me, leaving me naked and hard in front of the strange older man. I was struck by embarrassment yet again. You know, a guy doesn't like to have his package on display for other guys.

Kim replaced Tracey's mouth with her own. Shortly, it was our tongues dancing from mouth to mouth. I still had not gotten used to exchanging passionate soul kisses with my daughter. The awesomeness of the experience urged my cock to an even greater degree of rigidity.

I forced myself to ignore Fred's presence in the room. I had two beautiful and sexy teenagers wanting to fuck me. I didn't need to be concerned with anything or anyone else.

Easier said than done though. I watched with morbid fascination as Tracey was making out with her own father. My teenaged daughter seemed to sense my distraction as my tongue had grown quite passive. Kim stopped kissing me, pulling away from our lip lock.

That didn't mean that she had given up on me though. My daughter stood in front of me, her hips swaying to the music playing low in the background. Yup, she had my full attention again as she rubbed her hands across her body.

Wearing a loose, red skirt that ended mid thigh, stay up stockings and four inch stilettoes, Kim caressed herself from as far down her thighs as she could reach and upwards. Instead of moulding her skirt to her body by pressing her hands over it, my daughter's hands travelled beneath the skirt.

I think my tongue must have fallen out of my mouth when I saw, after some swinging and swaying to the music, her panties in her hand. My daughter threw the flimsy, satin panties to me with one hand while the other still caressed her body under the skirt.

With me inhaling my teenaged daughter's scent from her panties in my hand, I watched the impression of her hands moving beneath her skirt. The skirt flared outwards wherever her hands moved to. Kim was leading me to assume she was fingering her pussy for our combined benefits.

Although I could not see her fingers spreading her lips or spearing into her cunt, I had seen enough of it during our other events, that I could picture it very vividly. I wasn't content with it though. My imagination kept telling my eyes we needed more.

On the other side of the coffeetable, a movement caught my attention for just a moment. Tracey had stripped her father of all his clothing. They were locked in a full body embrace. Fred had his hands under his daughter's tight, beige pencil skirt, obviously fondling her ass.

I had previously learnt my lesson regarding being distracted from my daughter. So, I didn't linger. Focusing my attention on my young daughter again, I realized she had not noticed my diversion. Kim had one hand moving from breast to breast while the other remained under her skirt. It was obvious she was fingerfucking her pussy. She was still swaying and swinging her hips but her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.

Tracey distracted me again. Only this time it had nothing to do with her now naked father. She had rejoined my daughter standing behind Kim. With one of her hands under Kim's skirt and the other sharing possession of my daughter's tit, I could see from her facial expressions that Kim was edging towards her first orgasm of the night.

Before Kim quite reached that point though, Tracey intervened. She spun my daughter around until I was looking at my daughter's backside rather than her front. Both of Tracey's hands were under Kim's loose skirt, squeezing both of my daughter's butt cheeks. They adjusted their positions slightly so that I was looking at them side on.

The two teenagers were making out. I could see their jaws tightening and releasing as their tongues moved from mouth to mouth. Kim was plastered against her teenaged friend's body with her arms locked around Tracey's neck. The passion shared by the two daughters was obvious to any observer.

Reminded that I was not the only observer, I looked towards Fred. The look on the man's face displayed his feelings of lust for the two teenagers. He held his balls in one hand, squeezing them gently and the other was working on his still deflated cock. For a second and no longer, I felt sorry for the guy.

A moment later, I returned my attention to the two girls, forgetting Fred again. They were still making out, still deeply passionate with one another, still not willing to break their contact.

Tracey returned them to their previous position with Kim's back towards me. Tracey's hands came out from under my daughter's skirt only to begin pulling its hem up an inch at a time. Soon enough, I was staring at my daughter's firm, well toned and muscled ass. Her ass with her best friend's hands on it squeezing and clawing.

Unfortunately, since they were still swaying their hips, with both of Tracey's hands on my young daughter's ass, the skirt fell again covering those adorable cheeks. This just wouldn't do. I was preparing to stand up and join the girls when I heard a groan from Fred.