Update for those who didn’t read Part One: Dillon Forrester’s 19-year-old daughter’s college roommate, Terri, has just seduced him. During their lovemaking, he accidentally calls her Taylor, his daughter’s name. Terri realizes that he is fantasizing about his daughter and begins to call him Daddy allowing both of them to experience sex while indulging in their favorite personal fantasies. After sex Terri tells Dillon that his daughter Taylor, wants to have sex with him also.
“Taylor wants to fuck you too,” Terri said softly.
“You’re crazy,” Dillon said stepping back from her. “How could you know such a thing anyway?”
“Come on, Dillon,” she said, “We’ve been roommates for two years. Girls get close in that kind of an environment. We’re not all private and secretive like guys are, we share. Hell, we even share sex toys and our periods have synchronized, now that’s close wouldn’t you say?”
“You mean the two of you actually talked about sexual fantasies?” he asked.
“We didn’t at first. The first six months we lived in the dorm together, we talked a lot about our families, and our friends and guys. We found out that we both liked older men and that we really admired out fathers. I used to buy these little confession type magazines with stories in them about incest. I would hide them under my mattress at first, but then I just started leaving them on the back of the toilet in the bathroom. One afternoon I came in from class and Taylor was lying on her bed reading one of them and masturbating. She was all embarrassed at getting caught, but when I told her that I loved the stories where daddy screws his daughter, it opened up a whole new phase of our relationship.”
“So then Taylor admitted to you that she fantasized about having sex with me?”
“Not right then,” Terri said, “but we started making up our own stories at night. We would lay there in our beds and tell each other stories about these fictitious fathers and daughters and masturbate sometimes for hours.”
The mental picture of his daughter and Terri lying naked in a dark room talking and masturbating together started to get Dillon aroused again. Terri noticed that he was getting hard.
“You like that image, don’t you?” she said looking down at his growing cock. “Anyway, one night I got really bold and made up this story about a girl, whose name just happened to be Taylor. In my story her daddy would slip into her room at night after her mother was asleep and he would eat her, let her suck his dick and then fuck her silly. Taylor came so much during the story that she had to shower and change the sheets. While she was changing the bed she started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she had wanted you to do her for years, but she was afraid if you knew how she felt, you would think she was perverted and you might stop loving her. I tried to tell her that she should let you know, but she said she would never make the first move. I went over to her and was holding on to her and telling her that everything would be OK, and things just started to happen.”
“What kind of things,” he asked.
“Don’t be obtuse, Dillon,” she said. “Two girls in a room, good friends, one comforting the other, duh – we wound up making out and going down on each other.”
Dillon was now fully erect again. The idea that his beautiful young daughter had these repressed feelings toward him excited him, but the vision of these two almost-twins kissing, and feeling, and eventually eating each other aroused him more than anything he had ever experienced in his life. He felt guilty about his attraction to a woman as young as Terri and even more so for his feelings toward his own daughter, but not guilty enough to keep his cock in check.
“It looks as if Daddy needs a little more attentions,” Terri said as she stared at Dillon’s prick. “Do you want to fuck your little girl or should she blow you?”
“Suck it again for me baby,” he said, “Suck Daddy’s dick and let him cum all over that pretty, little freckled face.”
A few minutes later, as Terri was wiping the cum off her face she said, “I’ve got a plan.” They talked in the workshop for about an hour, conspirators on a mission.
That night, after all was quiet and Janet was fast asleep, Bill slipped out of his boxers, put on his robe and made his way down the hall to where Terri and Taylor were sleeping. Quietly he opened the door just enough to slide through, went in and closed and locked the door behind him. He looked at them lying there so beautiful, so childlike in the innocence of sleep. He quietly moved to Terri’s side of the bed and touched her shoulder.
“I had almost given up on you,” she said sleepily, “thought you might have chickened out on me.”
“I probably should have,” he whispered.
“How about a kiss for luck,” Terri said as she propped up on her elbows.
