This is a complete fantasy. All participants in the sex are over 18. There are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies in my world. All my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned as part of the sexual activities.
I had thought this story was over but due to popular request, I am adding a new chapter. I have also learned my lesson. I won't be announcing any more finales. One just never knows where the muse will lead you.
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Eyes firmly locked on the teenagers making lesbian love in front of me, hands firmly wrapped around another teenagers alluring tits, and my cock acting like a heat seeking missile trying to find Tracey's pussy, I wondered if I had enough cum in me for another go round.
Even twelve hours later, I was still fighting off the ravages of my activities of the previous day. I felt like the proverbial horse ridden hard and put away wet. It was a glorious day but far too intense for my old man ass. Sheesh, you'd think I was an old geezer the way I'm going on. Not a guy still in his thirties but with forty looming close.
There was just no way I could keep up with that many teenage girls, one of whom was my daughter. Believe it or not, my experience with the rotating pussies and tits went from being sublime to being a chore. I had not the energy to fuck all of them in one sitting as it were.
I was especially disappointed in myself as regards my treatment of Tracey. My performance with her had been far less than stellar. Exercising my voyeuristic tendencies I had watched Chastity and Becky work their way to a lesbian orgasm. Inspired by them, I had slipped my dick into Tracey's pussy from behind.
With my cock sliding in and out of her tight, young, cunt and one hand mauling her beautiful C cup tits, the girl on girl action continuing on beside me on the bed, I fucked the teenager hard. And I came hard too. Unfortunately there was not enough lapsed time between the two events for Tracey to achieve an orgasm as well. With my softening cock still in her, I did the gentlemanly thing, I fell asleep.
And woke up this morning disheveled, disappointed, and dejected. I knew that if this were to continue, me fucking my daughter and her friends, I needed to assert some control. Multiple body orgies were for a young man, not me. Or would the girls decide this was a one time thing? Maybe I had my chance and blew it.
I didn't hear any noises in the house that would lead me to believe there was anyone else home. A quick trip to take care of my morning urinary issues and to the kitchen to start coffee brewing proved my guess was right. I was alone.
Finding my phone on the kitchen counter, I checked for messages. There was a text from my daughter saying she was at school running some errands and wouldn't be back until dinnertime. Another text was from Maya of the glorious breasts who thanked me for the weekend away. There was no mention of our sexual activities. A final text was from Tracey.
Believe it or not, the young girl was apologizing to me! She realised that I had been overburdened the day before with tits and pussies. Tracey would make sure it didn't happen again.
Well, there it was. I had the grandest weekend of any man's lifetime and that was the end of it. The girls would no doubt continue to play with each other and whatever males they graced with their presence and their pussies. But, not with me.
I wondered what it would be like having any of the girls in the house in the future. How would I react to them or them to me. Would they even want to visit Kim in her house? Fuck! What about my daughter? How would she react? This fiasco could destroy many relationships.
As I'm sure you can imagine, it was an extremely long day filled with bouts of anger at myself for allowing the activities to occur and feeling sorry for myself for allowing the activities to occur. I puttered around the house, read newspapers, and worked on a comfort food dinner for when Kim came home.
When she arrived home, I was in the basement rec room trying to lose myself in a movie. She didn't call out a hello or anything, just went up to her room. I didn't make any noise either, waiting for the recriminations to come.
Eventually, my teenaged daughter came downstairs to join me. I looked for any signs of her mood or attitude I could discern. Her face was impassive, her clothing - sweats and a t-shirt - revealed nothing.
Kim stood beside me facing the TV, checking out what I was watching. I was the first to speak, however tentatively it was.
"How was your day, Kim?"
"It was okay."
"I've got baked spaghetti in the oven for dinner."
"Okay."
This was not a promising start. Far from it, actually. Kim turned to face me, taking a couple of steps that placed her directly in front of me. Wordlessly, she straddled my legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. My teenaged beauty of a daughter placed her lips against mine, giving me a long and deep kiss. With tongue.
All was suddenly wonderful in my world. All the worry, all the angst that had made it such a long day was wasted. My daughter still loved me. And wanted me in a sexual way as well. Hallelujah! My hands moved to her ass in order to pull my daughter tighter against me. Our kisses increased in fervor. Our tongues were dancing in each other's mouth.
Time was at a standstill. My daughter and I were locked in a time warp. We were enjoying each other's company and bodies. I had one hand on my daughter's C cup tits while the other was exploring her ass. My rod was hard and snugged up against my daughter's crotch. Kim, in turn, was dry humping my little buddy.
Eventually we took a break from our saliva exchange to catch our breath.
"You mentioned baked spaghetti, Daddy?"
We trudged up the stairs to the kitchen. Kim took care of setting the table while I took care of dishing out the casserole. Sitting at the table, stuffing our faces with one of our favourite meals, Kim spoke up between forkfuls of pasta.
"Tracey is coming over after work."
"She is?" I asked.