Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: In the bushes outside your bedroom window.
|Introduction: Guilt-free naughty actions.|
Somehow in my state of jumbled and conflicted emotions, I managed to come up with the smartest course of action for the immediate future: I took a cold shower. The shock of the cold water stripped away my lust, leaving only disgust at what I had witnessed and most importantly, a rational perspective.
I knew several things as a fact. First, my girls had fooled around at least once, because I had seen it on that video. Second, several of their other friends had engaged in similar activities. Third, incestuous relationships between sisters was wrong. Fourth, I had to admit it turned me on. Fifth, given my cluelessness about women, I was absolutely the worst person to confront them about it. And sixth, with my wife out of town, I was the only person who could confront them about it. Needless to say, I dreaded that upcoming conversation.
That didn't even include the things I suspected but had no proof of. Maybe they had just fooled around that one time because they were filming themselves and showing off. But they had seemed comfortable enough with each other's bodies that I couldn't believe they hadn't done it before. Then there was the whole issue of Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2. Even after searching their computer, I hadn't found any link between my daughters and those nicknames.
I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying, and when they arrived home that night, I found it hard to look them in the eyes. At dinner, despite the girls' enthusiastic and boisterous conversation, I didn't say much. I think the girls noticed it too; they weren't used to their dad being so quiet.
After supper I went and sat down in the living room, trying to think of how to breach the subject. The girls joined me there, sitting on either side of me and snuggling up to me. Amber was the first to bring up my unusually pensive mood.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked.
I sighed. There was nothing to do but plow through the inevitable conversation.
"Girls, we need to talk," I said.
Amber and Linda glanced at each other. They were used to those words from their mother, but not from their father. I could carry on lighthearted banter with them all day, but I couldn't remember the last time I had had a serious talk with them.
"What about?" asked Linda.
"I've just discovered a few things, and... well, frankly, it bothers me."
"Poor daddy," said Amber. "Maybe we can make you feel all better."
"This is serious, girls. Look, I'm going to confess something. I invaded your privacy. You can get after me all you want about that later, but right now there's something far more important to discuss. I found certain... pictures and movies on your computer."
Amber and Linda looked horrified, and I can't say I blame them. They had done something very wrong, and been caught red-handed.
"What were you doing on our computer?" Amber demanded.
"Like I said, we'll talk about that later. The more important issue is the content of those pictures and movies."
Amber sighed. "Oh, daddy, we were just having a little fun. All the kids at school are doing it."
"That's no excuse! I thought your mother and I raised you better than that. Look, even just having those on your computer is illegal."
"Right. Because it's so harmful to teenagers to take pictures of them doing what they enjoy doing in front of a camera."
"Don't take that sarcastic tone with me, young lady," I demanded. "You can't convince me that underage teenagers trading illicit photos and videos with their friends is okay. Look, I understand what kind of pressure you're under, girls. I was a teenager once too. I know that it's tempting to try to experiment with those feelings that you're not used to."
"We're plenty used to them by now," Linda grinned.
"I don't need to hear that, Linda!" I exclaimed. "Look, it's perfectly natural to be tempted like that. But that's exactly why you have to set some rules and never cross the line. Do you want to end up pregnant at fourteen by some guy who has no interest in taking care of you and only wanted a little fun?"
"Impossible," said Amber. "We haven't let any boys touch us. Oh sure, we like to watch our friends having fun with their boyfriends, but that's something Linda and I have never done."
"Oh, but you've fooled around with each other. That's even worse!"
"Look, I know society claims that there's nothing wrong with two girls getting intimate with each other. I can't say it doesn't bother me if you two prefer girls to boys, but I'll at least admit that the possible consequences aren't as severe. But... well... you're sisters, for God's sake! That's just... wrong!"
"Oh, so you saw that particular movie, did you?" asked Amber. "Our finest work. Did you enjoy it?"
"No!" I exclaimed, although I knew it was a lie. "You're not taking this seriously, and this is a very serious thing."
"Daddy, calm down. If it bothers you, we won't make any more movies like that."
"It's not the fact that you're making movies. Okay, that's part of it. I really don't want pictures or movies of you doing that stuff being passed around your friends. For all I know, half the boys in your school have copies of it by now."
"I hope so," Linda giggled.
"Look. What's done is done, and we can't take it back. I don't want you... doing that... with each other anymore."
"Spoil all our fun," Amber pouted. I realized I hadn't gotten through to them at all. Maybe they would obey me, maybe they wouldn't. But whatever the result, they at least didn't understand just how wrong it was for them to do what they had been doing. To them, I was just giving them an arbitrary command with the sole purpose of not allowing them to do something they enjoyed.
I should have ended the conversation right there. I should have cut my losses and considered my duty as a parent fulfilled, regardless of the result. But I hadn't been thinking straight all day, and right now in particular. Instead of remaining quiet, I blurted out, "And what about your other online activities?"
Amber and Linda stared at me. "What online activities?" asked Linda.
It was too late. I couldn't back out of it now, so I plowed ahead. "What about Iwuvmydaddy and Iwuvmydaddy2?" I asked.
Amber and Linda glanced at each other with that same knowing look in their eyes. A smile appeared on both of their lips simultaneously. Sometimes I think my girls are telepathic.
"And how would you know about that unless you've visited those sites?" asked Amber.
She had me there, and I knew it. I had started this conversation in order to confront them about their illicit online activities, and now suddenly I discovered that I was the one busted.
"Does Daddy like to go to porn sites?" Linda teased. "Naughty Daddy!"
"This isn't about me," I insisted, but it came out as a weak plea. They had me, and I knew it.
"Oh, I think it is," said Amber. "We might have given ourselves away last night when we mentioned our user names, but there's no way you would have made the connection unless you had seen those names on a site that you like to go to."
"So would that be the incest sites, or the sex story sites?" asked Linda.
"Or maybe both!" Amber exclaimed with glee. "I've got it! I'll bet Daddy's one of the authors on those sites. And I bet I know who. I've read enough of his stories to be able to spot his writing style anywhere. I should have realized it before."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense!" said Linda. "Tell me who he is."
"Our morally upright father is none other than Daddycums!" announced Amber.
Linda squealed in delight, literally clapping her hands enthusiastically at the discovery. At the same time, my face burned with embarrassment, and there was no way to hide it from the girls.
"We're right!" Amber grinned, pointing at me. "All this time we've been getting hot over those stories of brothers and sisters or daddies and daughters, and we didn't even realize that we're living with the author."
"Sounds like we take after our dad," continued Linda. "All three of us fantasize about incest." She turned her attention to me with a wicked grin on her face. "So when you saw that video of us, did you like it? Did it turn you on?"
"No!" I exclaimed, too quickly and too forcefully to be convincing.
The girls burst out into giggles. "Daddy's probably thinking naughty thoughts about us right now," teased Amber. "I'll bet he peeks on us in the shower too."
"That one's definitely not true," I said, then wished I hadn't.
"Oh, so the other ones are?" asked Linda. "Since you've been spying on us, you know we get turned on by our daddy, and now we know you get turned on by your daughters."
"I do not!" I insisted.
"Why else would you write all those stories?"
"It's not about... I mean, I don't fantasize about anyone I know. It's just... the idea... you know, in the abstract..."
"Oh, so you admit it!" said Amber. "You really are Daddycums."
I sighed. There was no way I could keep denying it. They would get to the truth sooner or later.
"Okay, fine," I conceded. "You've got me. But that doesn't mean I want to do anything... well... naughty, with you. It's just the concept of... incest... in the abstract--"
"I know, you said that," Linda shrugged. "Then we're all in agreement. We all like incest. And conveniently, we're all in the same family."
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
Linda turned to her sister and whispered something in her ear. I could only guess what it was, but Amber's eyes lit up with delight, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Okay, what are you two plotting?" I asked.
"You'll find out," Linda said.
I sighed in frustration. "Look, this conversation really didn't turn out the way I wanted. I obviously haven't gotten through to you, and admittedly now that you know my secret I would sound like a hypocrite making demands. I could ground you until you're thirty-five, but I don't know if even that would convince you that what you've done is wrong."
"Especially since if you grounded us, when Mom gets back she'd wonder why, and then all the details would come out," said Linda. "All of them."
"What's that? Are you threatening to blackmail me?"
"Pretty much, yeah," she smiled.
"Well, forget about it. My fantasies are just that. Fantasies. There's a big difference between fantasizing about something and acting it out. You two crossed the line. I'm sure if your mother found out, she'd be far more disappointed in you than in me.
"But that's not important right now. I'm not going to punish you. Yet. I think it's best if we leave this whole thing until tomorrow. Let me get a good night's sleep and maybe I can think more clearly in the morning. I'm too mad at you right now to be reasonable. We'll pick up this conversation again tomorrow when we have clearer heads."
I left it at that, still convinced I had ended up worse off after the conversation than before. Now my daughters knew my deep, dark secret, and I was fairly confident that I hadn't heard the last of it from them.
Unfortunately, I underestimated just how far they were willing to go with their newfound knowledge.
That night I took a sleeping pill, because I was worried that I wouldn't get much sleep otherwise for the second night in a row. I probably didn't need it, because despite my anxiety, I really was tired. No doubt that had to do with the fact that I had hardly gotten any sleep the night before. I did have some pretty wild dreams. I dreamed that I was lying in a field of flowers, then suddenly some of the flowers wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles, holding me down so that I couldn't get up. After my initial alarm, however, for some reason I decided that I really didn't mind so much, so I just lay there lazily and gazed up into the sky, watching the clouds drift by.
The dream eventually ended, or perhaps it just flowed into the next; I don't remember anything else after that until I felt reality beginning to intrude on my slumber.
It was a voice that finally pulled me back from unconscious oblivion, a voice very close to my ear. "Wake up, Daddy," it said. Groggily, I opened my eyes to find the beautiful faces of my two oldest daughters only inches from my own.
There was something wrong. A multitude of sensations on various parts of my body felt unusual, though not unpleasant. I was still too sleepy to recognize them for what they were.
Amber and Linda both leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheeks. Normally I would have enjoyed such affectionate gestures more, but I couldn't get past that feeling that everything was wrong here.
Then it suddenly hit me.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed, glancing around in a thousand different directions. I don't recall which fact I realized first, or which one shocked me the most: that I was completely naked, that my daughters were likewise naked and lying half on top of me, or that I was tied to the bed.
I immediately recognized Linda's handiwork. She could tie knots that would impress a sailor. She had used scarves this time, tying my legs and arms to the four posts of the bed so that I lay there spread-eagle and completely helpless. Perhaps if Amber had tied the knots I might have entertained hope of freeing myself, but I knew that with Linda's knots, it was pointless to make the attempt.
I usually slept in just my boxers, so the girls had apparently managed to slip them off me while I slept. Now I regretted taking that sleeping pill; my daughters probably wouldn't have been able to do this to me otherwise.
Both my girls giggled upon hearing my reaction to the discovery of my predicament. Perhaps if we were all clothed I might have found some humor in the situation; I could at least call it an innocent prank. But this went far beyond an amusing game, especially after the conversations we had engaged in earlier.
"Now you just relax, Daddycums," said Amber with a grin. "Linda and I are going to take care of you."
"Untie me this instant!" I demanded, but that only made the girls laugh again. I knew that laugh; it was at once playful and rebellious, the kind of laugh that meant that they weren't taking me seriously. When they got in that mood, it was almost impossible to get them to do anything.
"Oh, we'll untie you eventually," said Linda. "Once we've had our fun."
That sounded ominous. After our frank discussion, I thought I knew exactly what kind of fun they had in mind.
The worst part was that part of me was looking forward to it. As soon as Linda spoke the words, I felt my cock twitch in excited anticipation. Since it was squeezed between my daughters' hips, they both felt it.
"Oh, it looks like Daddy likes that idea," Amber commented. "Don't you, Daddycums?"
"I most certainly do not! I'm warning you--"
"Poor Daddycums," said Linda. "I think he still doesn't understand that we're going to have our fun no matter what he says. Daddy, you might as well enjoy it, because there's nothing you can do to stop it."
"Girls, this is wrong," I insisted.
"Says the man who wrote all those beautiful stories about brothers seducing their sisters and fathers seducing their daughters. You know what, Daddycums? I think you want this as much as we do." With that, she reached down and grabbed my cock, giving it a good squeeze. By this time, it was already rock-hard. I groaned as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.
"I think Linda's right," said Amber, hearing that groan. "Don't try to deny that you're getting horny at the thought of fucking your daughters."
"Don't use that kind of language," I told her, but she merely laughed.
"Why not? I'm about to do it, so why shouldn't I say it?"
"Look, I can't do this," I told them. "This is so wrong, so immoral. Hell, it's downright illegal. You want me to end up in prison?"
"You're not going to end up in prison, Daddycums," Linda said. "You know why? Because you're not doing anything wrong. If it makes you feel any better, think of yourself as the victim here. You don't even have to feel guilty about it. And if you happen to enjoy it, all the better."
She was right, though I hated to admit it. I had on numerous occasions fantasized about such an encounter between fathers and daughters, though I had always projected those fantasies onto fictional characters in my stories. Now I had the perfect opportunity to experience my fantasies for real, without fear of the law or or my own conscience. I was about to feel the pleasure without the guilt. No guilt.
I should have continued protesting. I should have struggled, or yelled, or threatened to call the cops, or something. Anything. But once I realized that I could truly fulfill my fantasy without taking any of the blame or guilt, I surrendered myself to the whims of my daughters. They had me, and they knew it.
"First," said Amber, "we're going to put on a show for you, because we know from your stories how much you like the idea of girls with girls. Especially sisters with sisters," she winked. I groaned. The video had been bad enough; I couldn't believe I was about to see my daughters doing the same thing right in front of me.
"That should get you nice and ready for the next part," she continued. "And in the mean time, Linda's going to warm me up so I'm ready too, if you know what I mean."
The girls rose up on their knees, giving me a wonderful view of their amazing bodies. I had seen them on the computer screen before, but it didn't compare to the closeup sight and exquisite detail of their real, physical bodies right before my eyes. Their feminine curves, the smoothness of their skin, the delightful swell of their breasts, all stood out before me in magnificent glory. I could hardly believe that I was seeing this for real. Was it still a part of the dream? If so, I never wanted to wake up.
Then the girls turned toward each other and leaned in for a passionate kiss. I groaned at the sight; it was almost too much for me. It was so forbidden and wrong, yet so beautiful at the same time. Their bodies moved in tight, and I watched in wonder as their breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing against nipples. They embraced, turning the kiss into a passionate and naked make-out session right in front of me.
Linda then lowered her head, kissing her older sister on the neck. Amber sighed in delight, flashing me a big smile. "Linda loves to use her mouth," she said. "You'll get to see that soon, and if you're a good boy, you might even get to experience it."
That was the moment when I stopped struggling and let myself give in. The hell with propriety, morality, or even the law. As Linda had said, the girls weren't going to stop until they seduced me, so I might as well enjoy it, especially if she was really willing to use her mouth on me. That thought turned me on tremendously. I began to squirm against the bonds, but no longer was I trying to get free in order to put an end to these perverse activities.
Amber glanced down at me and grinned again. "Now just be patient, Daddycums," she said. "We'll get to you soon enough. As soon as Linda warms me up, I'll take care of you, I promise."
By this time, her sister had moved down her body and was now running her tongue over one of Amber's nipples. I couldn't believe that my own daughters would do that to each other, or that I would enjoy the sight so much. Never had I seen anything so erotic in my entire life. Linda seemed to know just what to do to make her big sister feel good; I could tell from the smile of pleasure on Amber's face, and the cute little moans that escaped her lips.
"You have the tastiest tits in the whole world," Linda told her, then moved on to the other one. Amber grabbed her sister's head and held it to her breast, causing Linda to giggle as she sucked the nipple into her mouth.
I think Amber forgot about me for the time being, so lost was she in the pleasure that she was receiving. I couldn't blame her; I don't think I would have been able to focus on anything if Linda were doing that to me, and I doubt that my nipples were as sensitive as Amber's.
But there was still far more of Amber's body for Linda to enjoy, not to mention all of me. Linda spent only a couple of minutes suckling at her sister's tits, then continued her journey down Amber's body, moving gradually in toward the center so that she could kiss Amber all over her stomach. Amber continued to hold her sister's head to her body, not wanting to give up the pleasure for even a moment. Linda apparently didn't mind, because she smiled as her lips planted dozens of kisses all over her sister's abdomen. Gradually she worked her way lower, leaving no doubt as to her final goal.
I watched in fascination and astonishment as Linda approached that goal, her lips and tongue moving tantalizingly close. Amber spread her legs, either consciously or just as a natural reaction to the anticipation, and I think I was looking forward to it nearly as much as Amber was.
Then suddenly, Linda drew back, causing her sister to groan in frustation. "Don't stop, Linda!" Amber cried, but Linda gave her a teasing giggle.
"Don't worry; I'm not done yet," the younger girl said. "But we're in the wrong position to give Daddy a good view, don't you think?"
Amber glanced at me, then nodded with a smile. Then she lifted one leg over my torso and straddled my chest. She lowered herself until she sat on me, then leaned back and propped herself up on her arms.
"Better?" she asked.
"Better," both Linda and I said at the same time. I immediately started blushing as the girls both laughed.
"Sounds like you're enjoying the show," said Linda.
"Look, I figure there's nothing I can say that's going to get me out of this, so I might as well enjoy it."
"Come on, Linda," insisted Amber. "Finish what you started."
"You're as impatient as Daddy," Linda told her in a mock scolding tone, but she immediately crawled over to the side and lowered her head. Coming in fron that angle, it kept everything in my view. I could see Amber's beautiful young pussy right there, less than two feet from my face. Linda moved in from the side and extended her tongue, brushing it gently against the nearest of Amber's outer lips.
"Ooh!" Amber squealed with delight. "Keep doing that!"
Linda was apparently happy to oblige her. She let her tongue wander all over that region, eliciting more moans and groans from Amber, who had thrown her head back and was lost in the pleasure. I shuddered at the sight in front of me, loving the close-up view of my daughters engaged in such forgidden passion. I especially loved the way Amber's body squirmed from the sensations her sister was giving her, trembling or even jumping when Linda focused her attentions on the little button just above her slit.
The reason for Amber's enjoyment was obvious, but Linda looked like she was enjoying this almost as much. I could empathize with her; I loved going down on Carrie even though I wasn't receiving any direct stimulation myself. There was something about being that close to the center of a woman's sex that drove me wild, and apparently Linda felt the same way.
"Wait!" Amber suddenly cried out, and Linda immediately drew back. I have to admit that I felt kind of disappointed to have the show cut short before the exciting conclusion.
"I was about to climax," Amber said, "and I dong want to do that until I've got my Daddy's dick inside me."
"Does that mean we're ready for the main event?" asked Linda excitedly.
"It does. Get ready, Daddy, because you're about to fuck your daughter!"
I gasped, and for a moment I felt a bit of willpower return. "Girls, this is wrong," I protested. "Don't do this."
"After Linda's got me all wet and horny?" asked Amber. "No way I'm stopping now. I finally get to fulfill my fantasy. And so do you."
Then the moment passed, and my willpower slipped permanently away. All I felt now was excitement at the thought of engaging in such a perverse and immoral act. My own daughter, the girl my wife had given birth to, the child I had raised for sixteen years, my very own creation. I was about to make her a woman, to give her the same pleasure that was the cause of her very existence.
I watched in awe and anticipation as Amber repositioned herself over my hips. Linda grabbed my cock and held it pointed upward as Amber lowered herself onto it. I felt it make contact with Amber's pussy, and she paused for a moment as Linda rubbed it up and down the lips. Amber smiled and winked, then pressed down until I felt myself slipping inside of her. A moment later, she was fully empaled on my dick.
"I'm doing it!" Amber exclaimed with glee. "I'm fucking my daddy!" She lifted herself up a couple of inches, then dropped again. She repeated the action, then again, then again. I couldn't believe how overwhelming the pleasure was; though technically it wasn't all that different from sex with Carrie, the erotic thrill of the forbidden and the knowledge that I was truly living out my wildest fantasy, not to mention the sight of both my daughters' beautiful naked teenage bodies above me, intensified that pleasure to something beyond anything I had ever experienced. Only my wedding night with Carrie came anywhere close, and that was only because it was my first time, and with the woman I had loved for as long as I could remember.
Even the revulsion at performing such a perverted act added to the thrill. In my heart I knew this was disgusting and horrible, but even those emotions only fueled my lust. Perhaps the girls were right; perhaps by taking the choice away from me, by binding me to keep me from escaping, they were ironically setting me free. This wasn't my fault; I had no reason to feel guilty, so I could enjoy it all I wanted.
As Amber rocked up and down on my hips, my own body began reacting. I could lie and claim that it was all involuntary, and in fact a part of me still resisted, but most of me wanted this as much as my daughters did. I began to meet Amber's thrusts with my own, driving my member deep into her body.
When she realized I was fucking her back, she started moaning in pleasure and delight, no doubt excited by the thought. She kept that smile on her face, constantly gazing with lust into my eyes except when the occasional particularly powerful wave of pleasure made her close her eyes and throw back her head, wailing in delight.
Linda wasn't idle during this time. At first, she was content to just finger herself as she watched her father and her big sister screwing each other. Then she decided to get in the action herself, so she lay down beside me, lifting her head over mine and then lowering her face until she planted a kiss on my lips. By now I was too far gone to protest, so as she thrust her tongue against my lips, I opened my mouth and let it in. I used my tongue to toy with hers, even letting mine slip into her own mouth. I could taste the musky flavor of Amber's pussy, which drove me even wilder.
We shared that tongue-kiss for several minutes as Amber continued to ride me, then Linda lifted her head again. She gave me the same wink that her sister had just a few minutes ago, then lowered her head and kissed my neck. She didn't stop there, though, but started moving down my body. I shivered as I imagined where she would end up if she continued in that direction.
I didn't have to imagine for long, because before I knew it, she reached her goal. I shuddered as I felt her tongue brush against my cock. It was the first time I had ever felt that particular pleasure, and it was exquisite. She took a couple of long licks that went from the base right to where it disappeared inside her big sister's pussy, and beyond, and I realized that I was not the only one receiving oral pleasure from Linda's tongue. It was a wonder that I didn't climax right there.
Amber did, however. Her groans rose to a wild crescendo as her body shook in pleasure, and I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. That didn't stop her, however; as soon as the orgasm subsided, she went right back to bouncing up and down on me.
I felt Linda's tongue leave my shaft as she now moved up her sister's body. She stopped a little higher, no doubt pleasuring Amber's clit for a while. The sensation drove Amber crazy, and despite her recent orgasm, she cried out with intense pleasure, her voice almost reaching a scream. Then Linda moved higher, which calmed her sister down a little, but only until she reached Amber's breasts, where she suckled her nipples hungrily.
Meanwhile, I was getting close to a climax of my own. The sight of my two daughters pleasuring each other as I fucked one of them silly was nearly too much for me. Fantasy had suddenly become reality; all of my wildest dreams were becoming true.
I managed to hold on for a couple of minutes longer, but I was powerless against the seductive charms of my girls. Soon I felt the pleasure building, the sensory overload centered where my cock vanished into my daughter's pussy. If I had been a stronger man, I would have tried to hold it back, to put up some kind of resistance in order to be able to claim that I wasn't enjoying myself. But I wasn't a stronger man, and I could not deny my enjoyment, so I surrendered to the feeling and let it happen. I let out a wail of my own as I exploded into one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, made all the better by the knowledge that this was so horribly wrong yet so right at the same time. My cock twitched over and over again as it filled Amber's body with my seed.
It was almost a shame when the moment ended and the pleasure abated; it had been too brief. For just a moment I had experienced my greatest fantasy without any guilt or blame, free of the otherwise inevitable blow to my conscience. But now the thrill and excitement began to wane, and I knew that I would never again experience the same thing. If I ever had sex with Amber again, it would be my own choice, and I would be restrained by my conscience and sense of morality. I could never again give myself so freely to the act.
Eventually I began going soft, and Amber let me slip out of her. She lay down beside me and curled up next to me, both of us panting in exhaustion. Linda lay down on my other side, their naked bodies nearly covering my own. The softness of their skin, the memory of what had just transpired, the final aftershocks of pleasure, even the sheer fatigue all joined together to fill me with a warm feeling of contentment, a kind of inner glow of tranquility and joy.
"No guilt," I mumbled.
"Exactly!" Amber told me. "See how much fun that was? Funnily enough, I don't feel guilty either. I don't care what anyone says, this was right. It was good. This was always meant to happen."
"Maybe," I said. "But I don't think it should ever happen again."
"Now hold on a minute," insisted Linda. "We aren't done just yet. Maybe you and Amber have fulfilled your fantasies, but you haven't fulfilled mine. Get some sleep, Daddycums, because you're going to need to rest up a bit before you're ready for what I have in mind."
"And what do you have in mind?" I asked her.
Linda grinned and licked her lips, and I suddenly remembered Iwuvmydaddy2's favorite fantasy.
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