“No, that should be the only time, unless you screw a guy hung like a fucking horse,” I joked.
She smiled, less tense, the deed was done and we weren’t feeling awkward with the other, “I’m not going to fuck anybody right now, I’m sore.” I was watching her mouth as she spoke and when she said ‘fuck’, the way her lower lip curled under her teeth, slammed a shot of adrenaline and hormones into my blood. I had a flash vision of her lips forming that way over the head of my erection, I damn near came all over her and the bed.
The party was over. My daughter had I had smashed all kinds of barriers, personal, legal, moral, and physical, and I had to remind her, “Charlotte, you can’t tell anybody what we just did, if you do, it could be the end of our happy family. Anybody. Swear it girl.”
“I swear Daddy, I know if I told anybody then we couldn’t do this again.”
Again, the suggestive remark pumped even more hormones into my blood. I laid down next to my daughter and folded her in my arms, we were sharing a moment of daddy/daughter closeness, sex was forgotten. Almost. When I got up to leave, she put a hand on my arm to stop me, she looked at my swollen cock then asked quietly, “Can I touch it?”
I didn’t give her a verbal answer but gripped my erection with the hand that still had oil on it and greased it up. I took her near hand and guided it to me. She carefully wrapped her fingers around me then began to tug slightly. It took only about four strokes on my bone before it exploded. I gushed long surges of semen on her leg, into her pubic hair, and over her stomach; one blotch stained her skirt. Charlotte was momentarily startled, but her eyes quickly settled on my cock and watched me cum all over her. She pumped my erection until the last squirt, she smiled with all her teeth, her eyes were glinting fun, she was not at all being bashful. She smeared a blob of cum on her finger and put it to her nose for a sniff, then laughed, “Feel better?”
Without answering her, I got off the bed and left my freshly fake fucked daughter alone. I didn’t say a word, but my cock was mocking me because he did get involved with her, even after I vowed he wouldn’t. Twenty minutes later Charlotte came to the front room, she had cleaned up, dressed up, and made up, “I’m going to Mallory’s, when should I be home?”
She was acting completely normal, a child talking to her father, “What is this, Friday? Be home by eleven.” I cautioned her again, “Our secret?”
She beamed happily, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and vowed seriously, “Forever our secret, love you daddy,” then left the house.
Chapter Two
A week after I despoiled my daughter, Pearl and Charlotte were invited to a bachelorette party for Teri, one of Pearl’s cousins. I stayed home with the boys who kept me occupied by destroying my ass in a game of Risk. The women were gone several hours and when they returned my wife was supremely agitated. As soon as Charlotte went to her room, her mother turned to me, “I can’t believe what happened, that wasn’t a goddamn tea party, it was a fucking sex show!”
“Huh, what do you mean?”
Pearl grabbed a glass then poured herself a double shot of rye whiskey, “We got to the party, there were about a dozen women and Charlotte. Mallory, Joan and another girl I didn’t know were there too. The four of them grabbed a table in the back of the room and spent most of the time on their phones or talking. We women drank wine, roasted the bride, played games, then Teri opened her gifts. I was shocked when she opened one box and pulled out a Bob.”
“Bob?”
“B-O-B; Battery Operated Boyfriend. Angela gave her a cock shaped vibrator. I looked across the room and all four girls were watching Teri fondle her new toy. I didn’t think the girls should be exposed to something like that, but it was too late. Not only were the girls exposed to the dildo, they couldn’t help but hear some of the smut being said about it. Anyway, after the gifts were opened and more wine poured, Carrie called us to attention then announced the next phase of the party. Some music started playing and two male strippers came into the room and started dancing. Men strippers, and my daughter was watching! God, I wanted nothing more than to drag her out, but that would have humiliated her in front of her friends; again, I was too late to stop her from watching.”
“Come on Pearl, male strippers can’t be that bad.”
“It wasn’t for about two minutes, then they started tearing off their shirts and pants. They were buff, big, and good-looking. One was brown, you know African American, the other tanned all over, and I mean all over. Most of the women were yelling and hooting, encouraging those guys to strip everything; the obscenities were getting very fucking specific. In moments they were in loincloths, you know, thong-type briefs, but they didn’t hide a goddamn thing. Their packages were on full display, and Charlotte was eye-locked on them.”
“Eye-locked?”
“Yes, her eyes were riveted to those two big bulges. By then I kind of accepted that those young women were about to get an education in life.” She paused to empty her glass, “I just didn’t know how much life.”
I poured myself a drink then refilled Pearl’s. She sipped quietly for a few moments then went to the hall closet and took off her coat, kicked off her shoes then came back and sat on the arm of the sofa. She took another swallow of whiskey and resumed, “After they were down to only loincloths, they both grabbed a woman and began to dance with them. In maybe twenty minutes they had danced with all of us.”
“Including you?”
Pearl’s earrings went next, she pulled them off and tossed them to the end table, “Not only me but our daughter and her friends. Every woman in the room got dragged to the open floor, and them guys did some pretty crude dirty dancing with us. The white guy was dancing with Charlotte when he grabbed her hips and pulled her close and started rubbing his cock on her butt. Before I could react, she scrambled away from him. She went back to her friends then they all started giggling as they talked about what he did.”
“So that was the end of the party?”
Pearl looked at me for several long seconds then said, “No, Maggie got fucked.”
“What?”
Her watch and necklace joined the earrings, “Maggie, Teri’s sister, the maid of honor, my other cousin. Just about the time I thought things couldn’t get worse, Carrie and Angela pushed Teri to the floor with those studs and told her she had to screw one or both of them, it was a bachelorette party tradition. I was shocked, and Teri absolutely refused, so Maggie took over. She went to them and they started pulling off her dress and when she was in bra and panties, they started messing around with her. Most of the women were drunk and screaming and hollering encouragement to Maggie. The black guy ripped off his thong then pranced around the room showing off his erection; Jesus, did he have a log. Half the women there felt him up, he even paraded in front of the girls where Mallory and the new girl copped feels. I think Charlotte would have touched that thing too, but she looked up and saw me shaking my head, she knew I would have screamed bloody murder.”