MJ nodded her head almost indiscernibly, without breaking our kiss.
Dave reached out and took hold of my hand. I hesitated, semi-reluctantly I allowed him to guide it to her leg. His fingers were wet, and I became aware of a musky aroma that was catching my nose and adding to the blend of soft perfume that MJ was wearing and the alcohol on her breath. My hand touched her thigh, her skin so soft and cool, sliding it upwards under the skirt of her dress until I reached the warmth of her pussy. She was wet, very wet, I felt her pubic hairs tangled in the wetness as my fingers probed her folds and my thumb found her clitoris. I rubbed her gently. I felt MJ’s body shudder and trembling at my touch. Touching my daughter in such an intimate way was intoxicating, knowing it was so taboo, so wrong, yet at the same time, bringing her pleasure.
Dave turned his attention to her breasts, both hands now free, he worked on the elasticated neckline of her dress, the off-shoulder style clinging to her upper arms as he pulled at them gently, each time taking them lower and lower down her arm. As he lowered her neckline, MJ’s breasts popped out over the top, each small enough to be the size of half an orange, adorned by large brown nipples sitting erect, perky, framed by dark pink areolae. Dave lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand went to the other breast, squeezing, pinching her nipples. The dress fell to her waist, leaving her completely topless from the waist up. Goosebumps covered her arms. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra tonight. She almost always wore a bra at home, something her mother always insisted on and I hadn’t seen her naked chest since she was a little girl.
MJ’s body was writhing and moaning as I continued to finger her, hooking two fingers into her pussy as my thumb pressed and circled her clitoris. It felt delectably warm, wet, extremely tight, and irresistibly enticing. I was literally finger-fucking my own daughter.
Dave meanwhile suckled on her nipples, sucking, nibbling on them, his hand working on the other, massaging her breasts, pinching the extended nipples.
As MJ’s body gently writhed, her moans became deeper and I felt her wetness rising by the second, all thoughts of right and wrong left my thoughts completely, I was just reveling in the moment. Her body started to shake and tremble like a mini earthquake, her legs clamped together around my hand, her walls squeezing my fingers.
Dave looked at me, winking, satisfied we had made MJ have what was possibly her first orgasm, although part of me now wondered whether she had ever masturbated. In that moment, I determined to find out and be more observant of her in the future, but as of this moment, I was too drunk to care and too turned on to stop.
As MJ’s body started to come down from the high of her orgasm, Dave gestured me to stand up. I withdrew my sopping wet fingers from under her dress and rose from the sofa, watching, as Dave maneuvered her onto her back, her dress scrunched up around her waist, her pussy and breasts fully exposed to both Dave and me.
Dave dropped his trousers and freed his erect cock, the dark mushroom head, quite thick and I briefly estimated he was a good 7inches. My heart raced at the thought that he was about to fuck my daughter in front of me, but my mind egged him on; the voyeur in me now in full control. I released my own aching erection, desperate for release. He moved between MJ’s legs and lifted first one and then the other of her ankles onto his shoulders and stood held his cock with one hand, aiming it at the sopping wet lips of her pussy. He pressed forwards and I watched with fascination as the lips her pussy stretched around his cock as he tried to penetrate her. Dave pushed again, easing himself a little further in before hitting her barrier. I started to masturbate as I watched and waited in eager anticipation for him to deflower her. Dave held her hips and pushed forward more assertively, pushing deeper. MJ winced and moaned in her slumber as he pushed through her hymen and deeper into her pussy. Holding himself inside her before gently easing back and then pushing deeper. A little trickle of blood discernibly coated the shaft of his penis.
MJ appeared to be barely conscious, at least conscious enough to experience the sensations and moan softly as Dave bottomed out, each thrust going deeper until he was balls deep inside her. MJ’s breathing was again faster, moaning and mumbling indiscernibly almost continuously as Dave started to pick up the pace, pounding her energetically. I was trying desperately hard not to cum, and it took almost all my concentration to distract my body from over-reacting to the sight of my daughter’s pussy being fucked hard, her small exposed tits rocking back and forth on her chest like little upturned bowls of jelly. I imagined that MJ would have cum already had it not been for the alcohol in her system, but her body still was visibly responding as Dave did not hold back and was fucking her hard, her moans getting louder, her breathing deeper and faster. This carried on for several minutes until suddenly she opened her mouth and cried out, her body started spasming and was clearly in the midst of an orgasm despite her semi-comatose state. This was too much for Dave and he grunted as he made a final thrust and held it deep inside her as he pumped his seed into her unprotected depths. I could no longer hold back either, pumping myself faster and faster, watched as rope after rope of cum splashed down onto my daughter, splattering her face, hair, breasts, and even onto her dress. Dave held himself inside her, pushing deep, waiting for the last dregs to discharge into her.
MJ lay there on her back, mumbling words that neither of us could make out. As Dave’s cock finally started to deflate, he pulled out of her and we both looked at each other, our outrageous abuse flooding into our post-coital tristesse, blended in a whirl with feelings of guilt and panic. What occurs in period of uncontrolled lust, quickly transforms into the reality of having allowed Dave to fuck my daughter while i watched. Panic about how to explain this to her in the sober light of morning, how to avoid divorce or worse, prison, should her mother ever discover what we had just done. I was supposed to be the one to keep her safe, not have my friend sexually abuse and fuck her.
“Let’s get her home”, Dave’s voice broke the guilty rumination going on in my head. With that he lifted her shoulders and did his best to get the top of her dress back over her breasts and into more or less the right place. We each grabbed an arm and took the weight of her limp body across our shoulders. It was amazing to me how heavy someone is when they are all but passed out and not particularly helping. It was already late, gone 1am before we left the pub and guided MJ back home. Fortunately, it was only a few hundred yards to our house, but it felt like miles. Along the way, she threw up at least twice, splashing her dress, the stench of vomit and alcohol almost causing me to almost throw up too. Eventually, we made it to the front door and fumbling somewhat with my keys managed to get the door open with one hand. Certainly, I would never have been able to get her home single handed, so I was grateful to Dave for his help. Along the way we had not spoken of what had happened, there was a kind of code of silence because both of us were as guilty and yet both of us had gone along with it.