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Like most girls, Beth loved her father.

Unlike those other girls though, Beth’s love went beyond simply loving her father as a parent, a provider, and a nurturing figure. She loved him romantically, carnally, desiring him for as long as she could remember.

From the first time he had held her when she was little and comforted her in her bed late at night, hushing her worries over some frightening nightmare, she had wanted to be held by those big, strong arms for the rest of her life. Which is why anytime she could get away with it, she always asked to sleep in her parents’ bed with them, snuggling up to her father while he stroked her hair, willing her to sleep. But between that sweat and musk that clung to him after a long day of work, she couldn’t sleep, only pretend to while enjoying the scent of his shirt.

When she became too old to sleep in her parents’ bed anymore, she instead took every opportunity to sit in his lap or next to him on the sofa when her mother wasn’t around. Which wasn’t hard, as her mom stepped out almost every night to meet with friends or stayed late at work, leaving the pair of them alone.

Ever since Beth learned about sex, the idea had excited her. Or rather, the idea that someone like her dad had done something like that to create her. Which in turn led her down the road of imagining him in the act, his defined body leaning over someone. Leaning over her, in the dark, whispering sweet and naughty things in her ear.

And which always ended up with her occupying the bathroom for a good hour by herself.

Beth had idly toyed with the idea before of initiating something with her father when her mom left for the evening. But two things held her back. One, she was afraid of ruining her parents’ relationship and breaking up the family. Sure, her parents weren’t exactly fawning all over one another these days like they must have when they first married. Also, they fought at times, yet she felt they loved each other all the same.

The second was fear. She dreaded the idea of her dad rejecting her, deeming her mentally unstable. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t do that, she told herself. At the very least, he would be concerned for her incestuous longing.

After all, she knew full well this wasn’t normal. Most other girls during middle school and now her freshman year of high school dreamed and fantasized about the boys at their school or college, guys two or three years their senior. Not twenty or thirty years older.

That is the exception of her two best friends, Abby and Haoyu.

“Shit, yeah, he’s pretty hot,” Abby said when Beth asked the pair one day if they found her dad attractive. Abby brushed her long blonde bangs back to the side and bit at her black painted nails that matched her heavy eyeliner. “He’s got that silver fox thing going on in his hair. So it’s like sort’ve salt and pepper. That’s shit’s just,” she made an OK gesture with her fingers and nodded, “very nice.” She dug in her faded and ratty green jacket, pulled out some gum, popped some in her mouth, and offered the other girls a piece.

“Yeah, he’s good-looking,” Haoyu said, declining the gum. She played with her hair tie, before gathering up her luscious black hair and tying it back into a ponytail. She showed it off to the pair. “What do you think?”

“Maybe pull it over your shoulder?” Beth suggested, lifting the ponytail up and around Haoyu’s neck.

“Yeah, now you look like one of those Chinese models,” Abby said. “Better than Little Miss Curls over her.”

Beth reflexively twisted one of her red curls around her fingers. Her dad quite liked them. “Better than shaving half your head,” she said, rubbing the buzzed half of Abby’s hair and laughing.

“It’s in style,” she said. “Anyway, why you asking us for? Are your parents splitting up? Is he available?”

“No, I was just curious,” Beth said, hurrying to finish the conversation before she let anything slip. Thankfully, the teacher walked into class at that moment and started their lesson for the day.

That was the end of the topic until a week later when she invited Abby and Haoyu to sleep over. Her mom had once again headed out for the evening to meet with some co-workers for drinks and left Beth’s dad in charge of watching the three girls. Which wasn’t difficult for three freshmen, as they stayed in Beth’s room most of the night, watching television or talking about people from school.

Sometime in the evening, her father knocked on the door, poking his head in. He flashed a smile at the girls that made Beth’s heart melt whenever she saw it. “Hey, I’m going to shower and turn in. Got an early day tomorrow. Will you girls be alright?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Dad,” she said.

“Okay. Good night, honey. I love you. Night girls.”

“Night,” all three said as he shut the door.

Once he was gone, Abby hopped up and pressed an ear to the door, waiting. “What is it?” Beth asked and her friend shushed her, flapping her hand. After several seconds, she cracked open the door. Then she slowly slinked out.

Beth glanced at Haoyu before the pair chased after Abby down the hall. They found their friend beside the bathroom door, again listening closely to it.

“What are you doing?” Beth whispered.

Abby ignored her, grabbing the doorknob and carefully turning it. Beth suddenly realized what her friend was up to. The door hinges softly squeaked and she reached for her friend, trying to restrain her, but the taller girl had already opened the door, leaving a large crack.

The three girls froze, all of them holding their breath. Light wisps of steam wafted out of the crack and from their angle, all Beth could see was her shadowed reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shower ran on full blast and her dad hummed to himself, evidently unaware of anything at the door.

“I just wanna take a peek,” Abby finally answered, easing the door open further.

The hinges whined again and Beth gritted her teeth, certain that her father heard that. He was going to open the shower door, see the three of them, and Beth would be in severe trouble.

Yet he continued to sing his own little tune. Beth breathed a sigh of relief as Abby wriggled her head closer to the crack, peering in. “There, you’ve had your peek,” she said. “Now let’s go. Haoyu!” The shorter Chinese girl was on her hands and knees, inching her face in for a look too.

“Daaaamn,” Haoyu said, rubbing her eyes.

Abby gasped and her jaw dropped. “Holy shit!” she whispered, turning back to Beth. “Your dad is fucking huge!”

Beth’s face felt as hot as the steam drifting out and she twisted one of her curls around her finger. She always suspected that he was well-endowed from all the times she sat in his lap, but she had never confirmed it for herself. Curiosity always prodded at her to spy on him in the bathroom, but she had always resisted that idea, believing it might tempt her to do more.

However, she refused to be the only one left out of this opportunity, especially when her friends were privy to this fact. Cramming her body between the other two, she nudged the door aside, giving her a wider view of the bathroom.

The steam had covered the mirror by that time, hiding their reflections. Across from the door, her father stood in the shower, lathering his hair, obscured by the opaque sliding glass doors. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him in some form of undress. With his construction work, he frequently changed out of sweat-soaked shirts all the time, especially when he returned home. Not that Beth minded, as she loved to imagine those beefy sunkissed arms wrapped around her while she nuzzled into his massive chest.

What caught Beth’s eye as she spied on him though was his lower half. When her father turned, a large indistinct shape between his legs swung close to the door, briefly visible for all of a second. Beth had to fight the urge to throw open the shower door and see it in all its splendor.

“Beth,” Abby tapped her. “Yo, Earth to Beth!”

She blinked, looking at her friends, who were both gesturing to leave. That’s when she realized the shower had long stopped and her father slid open the door, reaching for his towel. Beth scrambled backwards and silently ran back to her bedroom, Abby and Haoyu hot on her heels.

Once they closed themselves in the sanctity of her room, Abby flopped on the bed. “Holy shit,” she said.

“You never told us your dad was that big,” Haoyu said.

“I didn’t know,” Beth said, shrugging.

“Man, I’ve snuck peeks in the guys’ locker room, but none of them are packing like he is.” Abby sat up on her elbows and grinned wickedly at Beth. “You just might have a new mom in your future by the time I get my hands on him.”

“Come off it,” Beth said, picking up a pillow and throwing it at her.

“I’m serious. I need to snatch your dad up before some other woman does.”

“He’s married,” she pointed out. “So you won’t be snatching up anyone.”

“For now,” Abby said. “But when he…you know.”

Beth raised an eyebrow at her. She caught her friend’s meaning, but she didn’t understand it. Abby nodded at her as if it were obvious, yet it was no clearer.

“When he gets divorced,” Abby finally said, spelling it out for her.

“What makes you think he’ll get divorced?”

“Um, hello? Your parents are well on their way to it. Your mom is out all the time and leaves him alone. Same thing my dad did before he up and left my mom.”

“That was your dad,” Beth said. “My mom isn’t the same.”

“She’s the exact same. She’s out almost every night, right?”

“Well,” Beth shrugged, “her job’s demanding.”

“No, she’s screwing around.”

“Abby!” Haoyu shouted.

“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. You gotta hear it.” She crossed her legs and counted off on her fingers. “She’s out almost every night. Two, they don’t kiss or have sex, do they?”

Beth ignored the latter part of the question and struggled to remember when she had last seen her mother kiss her father.

Before bed? She usually comes home late.

In the morning then? No, she leaves with a quick “Bye” and that’s it.

Holidays? Days off? Nothing came to mind. She was sure she had seen them kiss, but it felt like months ago. Maybe more. That can’t be right.

Abby read the answer on her face and proceeded to tick another finger. “They argue a lot?”

“Not really,” Beth said. “Just the usual.” Her parents had always kept their arguments low and behind closed doors for her sake. That didn’t stop her from listening in. In the recent months, she caught heated discussions and they both emerged in foul moods, her mom’s jaw clicking like it wasn’t set in place quite right, and her dad’s brows furrowed into a deep-set scowl. Beyond that, they didn’t really talk much anymore.

Abby counted it all the same. “I’ll bet a hundred right now that your mom is banging some guy from her office.”

It was like a switch flipped in Beth’s head, highlighting all the past year in a new light. Her mom’s frequent nightly outings, leaving her and her dad at home, became all the more sinister. It seemed like on some level, she might have suspected that her mom had been up to no good, but hadn’t wanted to believe it. She wanted to shut her eyes to it, simply believe the lies her mother told, and enjoy the extra time with her father. Because cheating was what other people’s parents did, not hers. Not her mom.

“That bitch,” she muttered to herself.

“Beth?” Haoyu asked, reaching out a concerned hand. “It’s probably not true.”

“No,” Beth said. “No, I think she’s right.” Her mom was cheating on her dad. How the hell could she be doing that? How could she go behind his back, when he did nothing wrong? He cared for them, provided for them, loved them with that big heart of his, and worked long, thankless hours in the scorching heat every day for them. And this was the thanks she gave?

“Hey, I’m sorry you have to hear it this way,” Abby said, flipping her hair.

Beth clenched her fists on her thighs, but managed to remain calm. “It’s alright.” She stood up, Haoyu moving to help her, but she waved her friend off. “I’m okay. I’m going to the bathroom. When I get back, wanna watch a movie? I need to get my mind off this.”

“Yeah, sure,” Abby said, now looking as worried at Haoyu. “You sure you’re fine?”

Beth nodded. “Yep.” She hurried to the bathroom, trying not to scream obscenities about her mother. She needed a minute to herself to process all this.

As she reached for the bathroom door, it opened and her dad stepped out, the towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water clung to his hairy chest and the muscles in his arms bulged as he rubbed his eyes, delighting Beth to no end. She quickly checked the small towel, which was hiked up pretty high and swore she could almost see the outline dangling low.

When he dropped his hand, she forced herself to focus on his upper half. “Oh,” he said, noticing her. “Did you need to get in?”

She bit her lip as dirty images swirled at the edge of her vision. I need you in me. “Yes,” she said quietly and rushed inside, shutting the door behind her.

All the conflicting emotions of her father’s near-nakedness and her mother’s betrayal collided in her as the steam choked her. She flipped on the bathroom fan, venting the room, and hung her head over the sink. How could her mother leave that? Especially for the guys at her work. She had been to her mom’s office for those bring-your-daughter-to-work days before and none of the guys there had an ounce of sex appeal like her father did.

It wasn’t fair to him, putting up with this. That must be what their closed-door arguments had been about recently. He knew. He knew and rather than do the sensible thing, he stayed with her why?

For the same reason he didn’t tell me, she realized. He’s doing it for me. To keep their family together. She knew full well what cheating and divorce did. One look at Abby’s situation was all she needed. Abby’s father had a permanent reputation as a dishonorable, miserable, lying bastard by all who knew him, and Abby’s mother had had a rough time during the marriage and divorce.

Beth was certain her father could handle the divorce. But she figured he didn’t want to color her view of her mom. Too late for that.

If it was me, she snorted, I’d be on him every night. And every day. Why I’d-

She stopped, staring at herself in the slowly defogging mirror. Why couldn’t it be her? After all, one of the reasons she always held herself back was now gone, finite, erased from existence. Her parents’ marriage was an unhappy one and her mother didn’t honor the sanctity of it. So why should Beth?

How would her father react toward her advances though? She knew he wasn’t cheating. Spending all his time with Beth and at work proved that. He might be hesitant to engage with her.

At the same time, he had to be unbelievably pent-up and horny. Even if he resorted to porn every day, it couldn’t be the same. Not for someone used to the real thing. That could be my in, Beth thought. But she would need help. Someone to bring her father to the edge of taboo so she could give him that gentle push into the forbidden chasm that she already fantasized about.

Or a pair of someones. She grinned to herself in the crystal clear mirror. And I know just what to do.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Haoyu said, shaking her hands. “Time out. You want us all to fuck your dad?”

Beth clapped a hand over her friend’s mouth. She was thankful the rest of the class had already changed and left the locker room. She had spent a week planning out the best way to present her idea to the pair. But this had been the only instance thus far that she could lay it out for them.

“Shout it from the rooftops why don’t ya? But to answer your question, yes.” She removed her hand and held up a finger, silencing Haoyu further. “I thought about it last week after you two pointed out that my mom’s been cheating on him.” She conveniently left out the long-standing crush she had on her dad. If she played her cards right, her friends would never know about that.

Haoyu sat down on the bench while Abby leaned against her open locker. “I just don’t see why you jumped from zero to sixty here.”

“Look, my dad isn’t like my mom. He’s not going to go out intentionally looking for sex like my mom is. And since she’s screwing around, he’s obviously not getting any, right?” She looked to Abby for confirmation.

The blonde shrugged. “Yeah, most likely. Same thing happened with my mom.”

“And you both thought he was hot.”

“Yeah,” Haoyu said, “but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with him here and now. I’m saving myself after all.”

“Bullshit,” Beth said, not wanting to be denied. “You let Ricky from third period stick it in.”

“Ricky?” Abby asked, coughing in surprise. “The greasy kid with the zits?”

“I told you that in confidence,” Haoyu said, gritting her teeth. Beth felt guilty for blabbing her secret, but both of her friends had to be involved in this or it wouldn’t happen.

“So Ricky took your first time?” Abby pressed.

“No! At least, I don’t think.” She picked at her fingernails. “He only put it in for a bit before I thought I heard a teacher outside the utility closet. So I don’t think he broke anything.”

“But you’re not sure?”

“Look,” Beth said, “can we get back on the main point?”

“Why not hire a hooker?” Abby asked.

“Great idea,” Beth said sarcastically. “You know any? Or got the money for one?” She looked between them and they stayed silent. Beth rubbed her face, then folded her hands together. “Listen, I can’t ask anyone else. You two are the only ones I know. It’s not like we’re drowning in offers of dick. Wouldn’t you like to experience it?”

Abby jutted her jaw in thought and tossed her head side to side. “I guess it would be nice to get some experience. It’s not like the guys here don’t do it with older women after all.”

“Exactly. And do you see any hot older guys around besides my dad?” Haoyu shook her head. “So what do you say?”

She didn’t have to wait long for Abby, who held up her hand and high fived her. “Fuck it. I’m in.”

They both watched the shorter girl, who eventually stood up and asked, “What do we have to do? Cause your dad’s pretty big and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of small.”

“I got that covered,” Beth said, pulling out her phone. “I thought that might come up so I went ahead and ordered this.” She turned her phone toward them, displaying the adult website and the purchase she made.

Abby studied it and grinned. “Hm, bold of you to order it before we said yes.”

Beth shrugged. “Figured if you said no, I could get some use out of it.”

“I don’t know if those will fit either,” Haoyu said, biting her lip in worry.

“Don’t worry,” Beth said. “Just come over to my house tomorrow and we’ll get you ready.”

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Henry watched his wife walk from her dresser to the nightstand by their bed, searching for some earrings, then return to the dresser, staring at herself in the mirror as she attached them. He didn’t say a word. He already knew where she was going, what she was doing, and had a pretty good idea who she was doing. But if he confronted her yet again, she would deny, deny, deny. She’d call him crazy, say he was being paranoid, and throw her phone at him, demanding he find and prove his accusations.

There was no proof. None that he could dig up. Any messages between her and any number of guys or any paper trail of where she had been, Vivian had cleverly hidden.

He preferred silence over another argument. So he half-listened as she rattled off her planned excuse for why she would be late tonight.

“The girls just want to get a few drinks,” she said, fluffing her dark hair and touching up her lipstick. Little things that she used to do for Henry himself. “But you know how Paula gets. She’ll probably need me to beat off the guys from her and drive her home.”

Henry hummed and rolled his neck. The tension in his jaw was already zig-zagging down his shoulders and he wished she would just wrap up the act and leave.

“You okay?” she asked. She sounded the tiniest bit concerned, which was a first in a long time. He spotted the hidden meaning beneath it. Are you going to accuse me again?

He massaged his neck and nodded. “Yeah, think I just carried too much today.”

“There’s some medicine in the bathroom,” she said. “You should take some.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll probably just lay down for a bit, see if that helps.”

She finished with her dress and spun around to show him. “What do you think?” she asked, as if rubbing salt on the wound. Asking him if he thought she looked fuckable enough for the guys at the bar?

“You look good,” he said, trying not to face her and pretending the crick in his neck was worse than it felt.

She approached him and pecked the top of his head. “I’m sorry you’re feeling bad,” she said, her voice as hollow as a sympathy card. “How about I rub it for you when I get home?”

Or you could rub it now, he thought. “Sounds good.”

“I’ll see you later,” she said, grabbing her purse and strolling out of the bedroom without so much as a backwards glance.

Henry puffed out a sigh of relief and laid on the bed, the pain in his jaw and neck slowly subsiding. He couldn’t believe it had gotten to this point, where he looked forward to her leaving everyday. There was a time where he couldn’t stand to be apart from Vivian for even an hour, where the only thing he excitedly waited for each day was the final call of “Head out!” from his boss. That end-of-day punch-out, the drive home, and stepping inside his house, accepted into the loving arms of his wife and daughter, whom he gathered to his chest.

That was before the constant arguments. Before the lies. Before the late nights she spent in other beds. Now, he was lucky to even receive a passing “Good Morning” from her.

Off in the distance, the doorbell rang and immediately, the nerves in his shoulders twitched. Shit, what did she forget now?

The sooner he dealt with her, the sooner she left though. He rolled out of bed and stumbled for the door.

However, instead of his wife, a delivery truck veered off down the street. Henry gazed around stupidly, then dropped his eyes to the box at his feet. Picking it up, he hefted it up and down. It seemed a little light and there were several loose things rolling around. He didn’t remember ordering anything.

“Dad?”

He turned to Beth, who stood behind him with her hands outstretched. “That’s mine.”

“Oh, what did you order?” he asked, handing it to her.

“Some new makeup,” she said.

“Didn’t you just get new makeup?” he asked.

She tucked the box under her arm. “Well, that’s the thing about makeup. It tends to get used up.”

He grinned and pulled her close. “Wiseass,” he said, kissing the top of her head. He was always taken aback how short she stood, having yet to hit a growth spurt and only reaching the bottom of his chest. Then again, the red hair had been a surprise too, as it only popped up here and there among the brunettes of his family.

“Is it alright if my friends come over?” she asked into his shirt.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll cook something later. Can you wait until then?”

“Sure.”

He patted her on the back and let her return to her room. She smiled at him, warming his heart. At least there was still one woman around here who made him feel loved and was always happy to see him. He dreaded the day she moved out for college. He idly fantasized about going with her, maybe earning a bachelor’s degree in another area. Let Vivian have the house to herself. He hated it anyway.

Yawning to himself, he shuffled off back to the bedroom, deciding he’d watch some television, maybe doze for a bit. Or settle for some porn like usual.

Beth eagerly ripped open the box and dumped out the contents inside. Her eyes drifted over the small assortment of lube, a pair of dildos, and a vibrator, and she didn’t know quite where to start. After double checking that her door was locked, she examined each in turn.

Of the two dildos, one was smaller and ribbed with bumps all along its length. The other was long, curved, and flesh colored, designed to resemble the real thing. While Beth was sorely tempted to try the latter, she figured she should start small and work her way up. She would definitely need to, as neither of them seemed to quite match her dad’s size.

She was so afraid he had opened the box when she hurried to the door. What if he had seen it? she wondered. He’d probably demand to know where I got it. Or, she shivered, would he want to see me use it? The very idea of her father wanting to watch her exposed before him, playing with the items she ordered, sent a warmth down to thighs.

She shimmied out of her hip-hugging jeans, but when she reached for her underwear, she slid them off slowly, gently, imagining that she was doing it for him. Beth turned around to the door, grinning and shaking her rear at it. What if he busted open the door right now? He could finish pulling her panties down. Those calloused fingers running along her skin, exploring her body, making her sensitive from their very touch.

Kicking the panties to the side, she sat against her bed and grabbed one of the lube bottles, squeezing a little on the tip of the smaller dildo. Taking a deep breath, she slid it down her stomach, along her waist, between her legs, and to the folds that felt extremely tender today.

The tip touched the hood of skin above her nub and a tingle shot through her pelvis. She closed her eyes, fantasizing that it wasn’t simply a purple plastic toy, but her father’s finger spiraling round the growing bud, then dipping deeper into the slit. The finger grew slick from her anticipation, trailing back up and gently flicking at the bud.

Beth gasped, her toes curling into the carpet and knees clamping together. Oh, Daddy. She lifted her shirt, impatiently pushing her bra aside, and grabbed a handful of her breast. His hand would fondle her like this, she knew he would, paying special attention to knead his fingers into the flesh. Her thumb gently circled her stiffened nipple, sending an oozing pleasure through her body. She squirmed in delight against the bed, her chest heaving.

The dildo slipped in her grip as she ran it around her clit. It would no longer do, she realized. She needed more.

Grabbing the larger, curved one, she lubricated it fully and placed it at her entrance, pausing for a moment. She hadn’t ever gone this far before, merely staying to the outside. But if she wanted to be with her dad, she needed to do this. She could see it now, that hunky body of his hanging over her, his member ready and pressed to her entrance like the curved dildo currently was.

Are you okay? he asked in her mind.

She nodded at her imagination and carefully, tunneled the dildo in, the curve following her inside. She groaned at the indescribable sensation, unsure if she was even doing it right. She felt full, but strangely complete at the same time. Like this was right.

Beth twisted the toy, searching and probing, using the vague knowledge she picked up from stories she heard from others. Then, like a static shock, the dildo touched some nerve that made her vision blur and her body jerk.

There! Oh, God! There! That was the spot people talked about. She pulled her dildo out and pushed it back in, searching for the spot. It took a minute, but she found it once more, mentally making a note even as her body shook.

That’s where her father would hit. Right there. And how could he not with his girth? Beth leaned her head back on the bed’s blanket, working the toy in and out. If she was experiencing this now, she couldn’t wait for the real thing. When she wouldn’t have to use a mere dildo. No, not a dildo, she reminded herself for her fantasy. His cock.

She kept hitting the nerve, over and over, her mind on fire. She craved more, begging for it to penetrate deeper. She never wanted this feeling to end. The longer she went on, the wetter her pussy became, the loud, sloppy smacks echoing through the room. Droplets of either lube or those of her own making sprayed her fingers with every dig of the dildo.

Her insides were burning up. The fire had spread through her and her body thrashed on its own. Her legs were no longer under her control, twisting and turning, closing and opening as if they malfunctioning from the overload. Beth panted, short little whimpers that became nothing more than puffs of air. She couldn’t handle much more of this.

Then her body seized up and loosened. She spasmed against the bed, holding the dildo tight inside her with both hands. Her entrance seemed to squeeze and suck on it, keeping it firm against that particular spot. Several long seconds passed, her hands and feet scrunching up, before Beth collapsed on the carpet in a complete mess.

Trying to catch her breath, she lifted her head up and gazed down at the damage. Her thighs and everything in between were drenched in her shiny juices. The carpet needed a good scrubbing, but she doubted the smell would leave anytime soon.

She tugged at the dildo, which her slit refused to release easily, desperate to never part with it. She knew that desire too well and held the dildo up to eye level. But we’ll soon have something much better, she thought, giving the toy a curious lick. Not half-bad. She eyed the vibrator and smiled to herself. She still had a little while before her friends arrived. Why not make the most of it?

By the time Abby and Haoyu showed up at her house, Beth had gone through the dildos and vibrators twice, reminding herself to leave a five-star review on the website before bed. She cleaned up everything before letting them in, drying the toys so they were as pristine as possible.

Unfortunately, Abby took one whiff of her room and turned to her. “Been testing them out, haven’t you?”

“I-I had to make sure they were working,” she mumbled, retrieving the toys and lube bottles from under her bed while Haoyu locked the door.

Abby picked up the vibrator, admiring it and testing the different speed settings. “Still don’t think it will fit?” she asked Haoyu, tossing her the shorter dildos.

The small girl sat on the bed beside Beth, twirling the toy between her fingers. “I still don’t know how you expect us get your dad in bed with us.”

“It’s simple,” Beth said. “Abby was right. They haven’t been having sex. My dad has been spending most of his time watching porn to get off.”

“Called it,” Abby said, fist pumping the air.

“From what I can tell, he usually spends about an hour watching it before he gets off and turns in for the night. What I need you two to do is come over and spend the night in a few weeks. A couple days before that, I’ll take out our internet so he can’t watch any porn.”

Haoyu tilted her head. “How?”

“Change the wi-fi password. That should leave him more horny than usual.”

“He doesn’t jerk it without porn?” Abby asked.

“Not as far as I can tell. Anyway, once you two come over, you just need to catch him when he’s alone.”

“Like hiding in the shower and ambushing him when he goes to the bathroom?”

Beth pointed excitedly at Abby. “Exactly. Or cornering him in the kitchen when he goes for a drink.”

Haoyu scratched her head. “I don’t know. That all sounds like stuff for a porno. Would that really work?”

“If nothing else, I’ll try to convince him for you guys,” she said.

Abby held up the vibrator, flicking it off. “And in the meantime, I guess we use these beauties?” Beth nodded. “In that case, pants off Haoyu.”

The girl dropped her dildo and her eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“You said he might not fit. Better make sure.” Abby held up the vibrator and shook it.

“But, shouldn’t we, you know, do this alone?” she asked, looking between the girls.

“We’ve seen each other naked,” Beth said. “And in case you forgot, we’re planning to fuck my dad. You two, that is,” she quickly added. Haoyu didn’t catch her blunder, but Abby glanced at her for a moment. “If it helps, we’ll all do it, okay?”

Haoyu shyly stood and slid off her jeans and panties while Beth and Abby followed suit. Beth crossed her legs, hiding the remnants of the mess she made earlier. She hadn’t had time to clean herself off and was thankful all the attention was on Haoyu.

“Show us what you got,” Abby said, motioning with two of her fingers for their friend to spread her legs.

Slowly, Haoyu scooted back further on the bed and folded her legs apart. Abby whistled low and Beth gawked. The dark-haired girl was as smooth as her skin. “All natural?” Abby asked.

Haoyu nodded. “Mostly,” she said softly.

Beth couldn’t help her jealousy. She had to spend a good hour maintaining hers and most days settled on keeping it short. She watched Haoyu examine the dildo for a moment, then carefully rub it against her entrance. It was awkward to say the least and her face looked strained, more like she was trying to figure out a difficult exam question than pleasure herself.

“No, no, no,” Abby said. “Haven’t you ever used one of these before?” She swapped out the vibrator with the larger dildo. “Follow me, alright?” She spread her legs wide and Beth was relieved that she wasn’t completely hairless too. Abby had actually trimmed hers into a small triangle patch like an arrow pointing straight for the prize.

Abby ran the dildo tip around her lips, moistening it in the small folds on the outside. Haoyu tried to her best to copy her, fumbling now and then.

Beth sat mesmerized, taking her own notes for later as Abby circled and twisted the toy in concentric patterns that seemed to touch different erogenous spots. Mostly though, she found herself heating up at the display. The idea that her friends were both using the same toys she had played with not too long ago was titillating to her core.

Smirking, Abby dipped the dildo inside, taking a surprising amount of length. “Just let it guide you,” she said as Haoyu did the same. “It knows where those good spots are.”

Haoyu threw her head back after a few thrusts of the toy, grabbing the bedsheets with both hands as soon as the dildo went in. One would have thought she had been playing with it for hours with how her face scrunched up. The dildo was still inside her and, against her better judgment, Beth reached out for it. When her hands touched it, Haoyu’s eyes snapped to her. She thought her friend was about to yell at her, but Haoyu instead nodded and leaned back further.

“Guess we’ll have to work on that,” Abby said, swapping her toy for the vibrator again. She stuck it in and cooed, her body shivering. She laid on the floor while Beth pulled the dildo slowly out of Haoyu, then pushed it back in, searching for her friend’s spots. The entrance and dildo were soaking wet, so much that Beth had to control her own body, as she could already feel faint juice trailing down her thighs. She wondered if Haoyu and Abby were both having the same fantasy she had about her dad and again had to quash the jealousy rising in her chest.

You need them for this to work, she reminded herself. Otherwise, you’ll never have Dad.

It didn’t take her long for Haoyu to finish. The little girl’s hips bucked upwards and she flopped around on the bed, her feet clamping up to her thighs. Then she relaxed and laid on the bed, panting and twitching every few moments.

“T-Thatta girl,” Abby said, shaking as her own orgasm hit her. She threw the vibrator aside and squeezed her knees together, moaning and jerking sporadically.

Beth waited for both the girls to calm down from their high before she picked up one of the dildos. “That’s a good start, but you better practice as much as you can. You especially need to last longer,” she said, pointing to Haoyu, who nodded wearily. “The sooner you can fuck my dad, the better.”

“Amen to that,” Abby said. “Toss me some of that lube and I’ll be ready to go again.”

She threw a bottle to Abby. “Now, let’s hurry. My dad’s making dinner soon, so we don’t have time to waste.”

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Henry slammed the bedroom door shut and powerwalked down the hallway, snatching his keys from the key and coin dish by the front door as he slipped on his shoes. As he expected, Vivian flung open the door and was right behind him in a flash.

“What the hell is your problem?” she spat. “All I asked was ‘what’s wrong’?”

“And I told you,” he said, grabbing the doorknob, “nothing.”

“You’re lying.” She shoved herself between him and the front door. “Where are you going?”

“To my car. I forgot to check the oil this morning.” Another lie, but he needed to get out of this house. “Unless you want to help me and ruin your dress, get out of the way.”

“So you’re just going to run away from this then?”

He jerked open the door, adeptly sliding out and around her as he had many times over the past months. She stood at the door indignantly, glaring at his back. “Fuck you!” she yelled. “Be in a pissy mood for all I care!”

He ignored her and swung up the hood of his car, pretending to check the engine. When the door slammed, he heaved a sigh of relief and buried his head in arms. This was all too much. He couldn’t take it.

He had had an awful day at work, dealing with a new incompetent employee screwing up every single task he set him on. Then Vivian announced she was going out for drinks with her boss once again, which meant another late night session and her returning home near the crack of dawn. And to top it all off, their internet was still out, meaning he couldn’t handle his nightly needs like he used to.

He had called their service provider’s tech support and been on the phone with them for hours over the past few days, even having Beth help him. But just when their provider got the service reset and up and running, it disconnected again in an hour. The most recent time last night, he had kicked the modem against the wall several times.

“That isn’t going to help, Dad,” Beth said.

“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, fuming and trying not to take out his temper on her, “but it makes me feel better.”

Another call to the provider during lunch yielded little help and when he arrived home to find his wife getting ready to go out, not only was the internet still down, but the tech support was closed for the weekend. Great, he thought, hanging up the phone when he found out. This is going to be a fun couple of days.

The mounting frustrations had culminated into a sour expression that Vivian caught before he could hide it. One comment led to a snide remark that had been quickly veering toward a full-blown argument before he left.

He lifted his head and stared at the engine as if it would offer answers to his situation. He didn’t even really know what he was staring at. Just a jumbled mess of parts, wires, and other things he never bothered to learn about that seemed as tangled as his life felt right now.

All too soon, Vivian walked out the door to her car. “I’ll be home late,” she said stiffly as she passed him.

“So what else is new?” he mumbled.

She cast an icy look, tossed her purse in the car, and drove off. Finally safe to go in. He closed the car’s hood and headed back inside, trying the internet once more in a vain hope. No change.

“Hey, Dad?” Beth poked her head in his bedroom.

“Hm?”

“Abby and Haoyu are coming over tonight.”

“Okay,” he said, rubbing his face. It would be a long night too.

“Are you okay?” She seemed concerned and stepped in further. He hated to worry her like that. He certainly didn’t want to add to her troubles by telling her his marriage was crumbling to pieces. That wasn’t right to saddle a teenager with.

He forced a small smile. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m fine. I’m just going to take a shower.” He threw a towel over his shoulder and swept past her to the bedroom.

As he undressed, he stared down as his groin and his semi-hard erection, slowly growing as he tossed his boxers aside. He idly wondered if maybe Vivian’s nightly rendezvous’ were more endowed. But staring in the mirror, he didn’t see how they could be unless they were gargantuan freaks. No, the truth of the matter was the romance had merely died out in their relationship.

Which still didn’t alleviate the desire welling up in his groin. When he had first discovered his wife’s adultery, he had briefly toyed with finding his own flings. But that hadn’t seemed right to him. It wasn’t how his parents acted and it wasn’t how he was raised. So he relied on a regular dose of porn to keep him sane.

Without that steady stream of material though, he circled around to the idea once more. Maybe hitting up a bar or a club? The idea sounded appealing at first, surrounded by young, fresh girls with lowered inhibitions. Then he remembered he was more than twice their age and a blue collar guy. Not to mention men in general had a harder time pulling women than women who pulled men, not unless the guy sported a certain impossible supermodel physique and an unlimited bank account. Both which Henry didn’t have.

He slid open the shower door, stepping in, and paused. He could’ve sworn something moved out of the corner of his eye. He looked back at the door, slightly ajar, but didn’t see anything. Shrugging, he closed the shower door, turned on the water, and tried to wash his standing erection away.

Henry sat at his computer later, still upset, still hard as he toweled himself off. He clicked the wi-fi connection for the fiftieth time, running it through the diagnostics. And like before, it continued to say that it couldn’t find any problem and that he needed the correct password. He had half a mind to call tech support and yell at their recording machine, but that wouldn’t do any good. The most he could do was try to find something to pass the time for a little while, go to bed early, and put this terrible day behind him.

Outside his bedroom door, he heard Beth’s friends heading to her room. Damn, almost forgot. He still had to cook dinner. Glaring at the notification that no problems were found with his internet connection, he tossed the towel aside, grabbed a shirt and jeans from earlier in the day, and quickly dressed.

The night passed pleasantly enough. He cooked dinner for Beth and her friends and they watched television in the living room. He downed three or four beers to suffer through the reality tv nonsense they insisted on watching and to help him forget the fight earlier.

Strangely though, Beth’s friends both sat on either side of him. Not cuddled up against him like Beth did. More like a woman would at a bar who might be interested in him or one of his friends when they went out drinking.

The idea was ludicrous of course, the delusions of a tipsy mind, and yet he couldn’t shake that feeling. They had never been this close to him before, usually keeping a distance like most kids did around their friends’ parents.

Abby, in an armchair to his right, kept surreptitiously glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Her half-shaved blond hair was combed and curled around her chest, as if she did herself up for a special occasion. It clashed with her tattered heavy metal shirt, whose holes gave him a sneak peek of the purple bra underneath. The smokey eyeliner she wore only highlighted her eyes and that devilish glint in them whenever she looked over.

On his other side on the sofa, Haoyu sat close enough that her bare leg kept brushing against his jeans. It didn’t help that her shorts made her thighs appear extra plump and smooth. Or that the hint of a pudgy stomach poked out beneath her low-cut shirt, which itself displayed a cleavage he could fall into. Peering closer at her face, there were touches of make-up, lipstick, and blush, creating some unusual combination of adorable and sexy in her small face.

“Sorry,” Haoyu said in a quiet voice, shifting herself on the sofa.

“It’s alright,” he managed to choke out. He couldn’t deny it now. Both of the girls were up to something and he wasn’t sure if he should be on the sofa. Not with how his pants felt when looking at either of them. Beth sat at the other end of the sofa, completely engrossed in the reality show they were watching. How could she not see any of it?

Henry stood up a little wobbly and picked up his plate. “You all done?” he asked the girls, collecting their plates quickly. He hurried to the kitchen, dumped the plates in the sink, and leaned over it, shaking his head.

You’re imagining things, he told himself. That didn’t stop the tent pitching up high in his jeans. He grabbed his groin, shifting it this way and that, but it was no good. Any angle was painful and he needed another cold shower.

Setting his mind on that task, he turned around and found Abby waiting there. There was no denying it now. Even through the drunk fog settling on him, he knew that gleam in her eyes. He scanned the kitchen, unable to find a good way to exit, and gulped. How was it a girl barely taller than his own daughter had him ready to run?

“Hey,” he said. He hadn’t noticed her jean skirt earlier, hiked up high as if to show off her torn leggings and toned legs. “Did you want seconds or something?”

“No,” she said, flicking her hair out of her face. “I want dessert.”

His cock jumped in his pants and he held onto the sink, leaning forward to hide the bulge. That was a mistake. Abby took it as an invitation and stood up on her toes, pecking his lips.

Her lips were chapped, a little rough…and nice. It had been so long since he had a real proper kiss that he didn’t pull back as he intended. Instead, he opened his mouth wider and slid his tongue along her lips. She eagerly accepted him and tilted her head, throwing herself more into it. Her hands reached for the back of his head, her fingers dragging through his hair.

Henry finally came to his senses and jumped back. “No!” he said a little loud, then lowered his voice, checking the living room. No one else heard him. “No, no. You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” she asked, stepping closer, her chest pushed up against his stomach. Her breasts certainly put Haoyu’s own to shame. “It’s just a kiss and I always thought you were very handsome.”

“We can’t, it’s, it’s,” and he trailed off as her hand crept along his zipper, massaging the aching bulge. What had he been saying? Something about how he couldn’t do this. However, it had been far too long since another hand had stroked him and all arguments melted into meaningless slurs as his member twitched at her sensual touch.

“You were saying?” she asked.

“That it’s…not…” He gasped, gripping the sink harder as she fingered the zipper and slowly slid it down.

“No one has to know,” she whispered, reaching into his jeans and retrieving his length. It flopped out, still growing, and her eyes lit up at it. “I just want a little taste.”

Before he could formulate any kind of reply, she was on her knees, her tongue running along his shaft. A chill raced through his body and he planted his feet. This was actually happening. This girl was on her knees before him, slathering his cock with all the eager lust of a porn starlet. He blinked, unable to believe any of it was real.

She kissed the tip, pressed her lips against it, and opened her mouth wide for him. Ever so slowly, his hips pushed forward. She stretched her jaw, but it was obvious this was her first time. She had neither the experience or skill to handle his size at the moment. Her teeth grazed him a little when he tried to push deeper and she made little gagging coughs.

He withdrew to just a couple of inches and she nodded at him. Abby sucked and swallowed that part of him, working the rest with her hand. It might not have been much, but after no sex for months, it was heaven to him.

For her part, Abby did try to make up for her inexperience. She lifted his erection up high, licking his hairy sack and the underside, leaving no spot unturned in her generous attention. It was enough that Henry could’ve explode in her mouth at any time. Hell, he’d cover her in a gallon of cum at this rate.

But if Beth were to suddenly walk in? He couldn’t do it. He had to remain strong and hold himself back. Damn, is she making it hard, he thought, staring down at those hazel eyes overcome with the same need burning in his groin.

In the living room, he thought he heard someone on the sofa move and he quickly pulled away from Abby. “Stop, stop,” he said quietly as she crawled after his stiffened dick. “We have to stop.”

“Or we could find somewhere private,” she said.

Without another word, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the hall. Henry tried to stuff himself back into his jeans. It was useless though. He was far too hard to fit back in comfortably.

Abby yanked him into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. She turned him around and went for his pants, undoing them and pulling them down along with his boxers.

“Much better,” she said, then stood up, lifting one of her legs high against his thigh. “You’ve been staring at me all night. You want me, don’t you?”

“I, uh-”

“That’s okay. I want you too.” She took one of his hands and guided it underneath her skirt where he found no panties, only a slick slit that trembled at his touch. “I’ve been wanting you for a while. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Without thinking, his fingers started to play with her, stroking the little nub of her clit. “Yes,” he said quietly.

“I wanna feel that big cock in me. Don’t you want to put it in my tight pussy?”

One of his fingers slipped in easily and he shivered. She was ready and willing. The idea of slamming his girth into her caused his voice to catch in his throat. “Yes,” he said gruffly.

She kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. Her wispy breaths slipped into his ears, trying to blow away the indecision. She lifted her leg as high as she could, rubbing her inner thigh against his tip. “Then what are you waiting for?”

That did it. Right or wrong, he wasn’t about to turn this opportunity down. Not when there was no other outlet and she was practically spreading her legs for him. He picked her up with ease and set her on the sink’s counter, forcing her legs apart. He yanked her skirt up high on her waist, putting her tiny pussy on full display. The little patch of fuzz above it pointed down, as though begging him to enter now. How could he refuse such an invitation?

Henry lined up his head against her entrance and her breathing grew faster. “Nervous?” he asked. She didn’t answer, but it was clear in her eyes. Despite being the tallest of the girls, in the bright lights of the bathroom, he still seemed monstrously large compared to her petite form. “I’ll go slow,” he said, reassuring her.

He held her knees and pushed in carefully, her folds steadily enveloping him. She winced, closing her eyes as bit by bit disappeared into her. It was definitely her first time and he easily pushed past her resistance. She whimpered and he leaned over, kissing her to help soothe and distract her from the pain. Strangely, her body did receive him better than he expected and he reached the end with little trouble.

Only about half his length could fit in her. He stood there for a minute, letting her adjust to his size. It was extremely difficult. His body ached to just start pounding away without rest. The past few days had been more difficult than he realized. He held himself firm though, watching her and waiting.

Finally, she scooted forward a little. That was the sign. He slowly pulled back, thin red trails tracing his shaft, and pushed in all the way to test her. Like before, only part of him fit before he reached the bottom. But by God, was she extremely tight in that new way only a virgin could be. He had long forgotten what that felt like.

Something between a moan and a painful whine elicited in her throat. He grasped her waist, holding her in place on the counter, and steadily thrusted into her.

He let out a large gasp he didn’t know he had been holding. She squeezed him thoroughly without trying, sucking on him better than her mouth could and massaging him. After her earlier care, he could’ve let loose then and there.

He kept a slow pace for both their sakes. However, he needed a distraction lest he explode and end it there and then.

Thankfully, Abby seemed to have the same thought. She lifted her shirt and bra, exposing her pointed breasts, those pink nipples standing at full attention. She grabbed handfuls and pushed them together, pointing them up to him. Her slack jaw and wide eyes told him all.

Without prompting, he dove for her breasts, licking and teasing her nipples as she groaned against him. “Oh God,” she said, her feet curling and kicking on either side of him. “That’s so good.”

He gave his all to each side, leaving each puffier than they started, surrounding by purpling hickeys. Reaching for her chin, he lifted her head up and sucked on her neck as she dug teeth and nails into his shoulders and back.

“Yes,” her husky voice caused the pressure to build as he burrowed faster in her entrance, “yes!”

His thoughts were heavy as their orgasms rose and he managed to slur, “I better pull out.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said, leaving the unspoken request dangling. To fill her to the brim and not hold back.

He happily obliged. As his climax reached a crescendo, he slammed his body fully into her, burying as much of himself in as possible. His thighs racked with pain as he hit the counter, but Henry didn’t care. All his tension melted away with each swelling burst of cum deep in the teenager’s cavern.

Abby held onto him tight as her own rocked through her, her body tightening on him like a cat with its claws dug in. Then gradually, easily, she released him, nail by nail, to collapse on the counter against the mirror hanging over the sink.

Neither moved for the longest time. Henry replayed the last fifteen or so minutes over in his head, asking himself the same question over and over. Did I really fuck one of Beth’s friends? The naked and satisfied girl before him kept providing the same answer.

On closer inspection, the girl was sweating bullets all over and her half-lidded eyes were completely glazed. Had he actually fucked her brains out?

He had to clean this mess up. God forbid Vivian come home right now. Or that Beth or Haoyu heard them. If either of those things happened, he was dead. D-e-a-d, no doubt about it.

Henry looked around the bathroom, slowly catching his own breath. He couldn’t leave her in that position. It would ruin her neck and back. He had to take care of her first. He withdrew his softening cock out of her and admired the streams of cum pumping out of her for a moment. Then he lifted her delicately in his arms and opened the door.

Checking that the coast was clear, he sprinted for his bedroom and laid Abby down on his bed, covering her up with a blanket. “Just rest for a bit,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

He looked down at himself. He had forgotten his own pants in the process. He considered scrounging up some more, but he needed to deal with the bathroom before anyone went in there. Tugging his shirt down over his crotch, he raced back to the bathroom, slipped back into his boxers and pants, and cleaned up the mess, wiping the sink and floor with towels to soak up any cum.

The hall was still empty, but as he reached the bedroom door, a small voice cooed behind him. “Uh, Mr. Dalton?”

Henry spun around, the dirty towels hidden behind his back, facing Haoyu and her low-cut canyon of temptation. Already his erection seemed to be perking up hopefully and he wanted to beat it back down.

“Uh, y-yes?” he asked.

“Are you okay?” she said. “You look a little flushed.”

“Oh, yes,” he said, cracking open the door for a moment and tossing the towels in behind him. “Yes, it’s just a little hot in here is all.” She watched him, those dark eyes seeming to read all on his guilty face, and his heart hammered against his chest. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Actually, yes,” she said. “Could I talk to you for a minute in your room?” She moved for the door.

He quickly ducked in front of it and gave a too-wide grin. “Um, your friend, Abby, she’s laying down in there. Not feeling well, you know? Why don’t we talk in Beth’s room?”

She nodded and he guided her into his daughter’s room. That had been too close. He sat on the bed, laying down and covering his face. He needed to hurry this up and make sure Abby got dressed. Perhaps send both girls home for the evening so no one found out before this night got even crazier.

Henry sat up on his elbows. “So, what’s on your mind?”

Haoyu closed and locked the door, then turned to him. That same need that had been in Abby’s expression swirled about her own. “You.”

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Henry faltered, his weight shifting unevenly on the bed. Haoyu stayed by the door, staring at him. He wasn’t sure if it was the remnants of the beer or the building fear of anyone finding out about Abby, but he couldn’t have heard her correctly. She didn’t just say that.

Did she?

He pushed himself up and carefully thought how to phrase his response. He had nothing. “What,” he ran his hand across his mouth, taking a moment, “what did you just say?”

“I, uh, I want you,” she said, stepping closer and keeping her eyes low. She picked at her fingernails and every so often, kept chancing to look at him, only to blush and turn away embarrassed.

Is there a full moon tonight? What is happening? He needed to get out of the room before anything else happened like before, but his arousal had grown to full mast, stretching at his jeans. If he stood up now, it would be very obvious and who knew what reaction Haoyu would have. She may have seemed sweet and innocent enough, yet one sign of weakness, and she might pounce on him like Abby.

Her tight-fitting clothes didn’t help his situation either. While not as well-endowed as Abby, her hips were certainly wider and her short jeans left little to the imagination of her thick hips and backside. While she may have had a small teenager’s height, her legs were certainly those of a voluptuous woman that could drive men to their knees.

She didn’t seem to fully realize her effect though, as she fidgeted and messed with her hair, stroking the strands bit by bit. “That is, that is,” her voice cracked and hiccupped, as though she hadn’t completely prepared for this and wasn’t sure what to do, “if you want me too. Do you?”

Those large doe eyes of hers were impossible to refuse, as though she would tear up if he rejected her. Get a grip, he told himself. He couldn’t possibly have sex with her. He had already screwed up with Abby. This had to stop.

His cock disagreed and strained against the denim, pulling towards her. He sucked on his teeth and grimaced. “Listen, Haoyu, you’re a lovely girl.”

She gave a small smile and more red tinged her touched-up cheeks. “Thank you. You’re very handsome yourself.” She was standing beside him. When had that happened?

She shyly slid into his lap, her legs spread on either side of him. “You like my makeup?” she asked. “I wore it just for you.”

“You did, huh?” His hands slowly found her hips and held her in place. This is bad. Even through her clothes, her rear felt so soft and plump.

She inched forward along his legs, her front pressed against his waist. She bumped against his bulge and he hoped she didn’t notice. But she did. Her eyes subtly widened and she broke out into a larger grin, looking down at it, back up at him, and down once more. “Is that all because of me?” she asked.

He didn’t answer. The gentle press of her entrance through her shorts against him, ever so slightly pushing his tip in, made him clench up. He leaned his head on her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. He needed to push into her more. No, he needed to be in her. His body demanded it and shut off any arguments or rational thought from his brain.

“You can have me,” she said, pecking his cheek and slowly rolling her shirt up and off her. Her small black bra pushed up her breasts and she carefully unhooked it, letting it fall in his lap. She covered herself with her hands, unable to face him. “Do you want me?” Her voice dropped to a tiny whisper.

He brushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes and returned the kiss on her cheek. Her mouth dropped open and he seized the chance to press his lips to hers. She wasn’t as practiced as Abby and despite offering herself, trembled timidily in his grasp.

“Yes,” he said, breaking the kiss, “if you want to.”

She swallowed and nodded rapidly. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised and pulled off his shirt, copying her to set her at ease.

It did appear to help. Her arms lowered and pressed her budding bosom together for another long, lingering eyeful. Despite playing sexy, she was still very cute and innocent in the way she went about it that Henry couldn’t help being more and more attracted to her. Her dark nipples perked up at him before she held either side of his head for another long kiss.

Haoyu wasn’t like Abby, who had been ready to go with all her big talk. No, this girl was willing yet skittish. If he pushed too hard or too fast, he could scare her away. Neither of them wanted that. He had to be methodical and match her own pace to keep her comfortable.

He returned the kiss, humming low in it and Haoyu returned a small coo. A good sign. He dragged his lips down to her neck and she leaned back, exposing her collarbone and shoulders to him. She trusted him to this extent. Let’s go a little further.

Slipping his hands down to her shorts, he wiggled his fingers in against her rear. She froze up and Henry feared he had lost her. However, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked the top of his head.

Got to keep her distracted, he realized. If he kept her mind on being excited and feeling good, then she would freely discard the rest of her clothes with no issue.

He trailed down to her cleavage and buried his face in between her breasts, lovingly tending to each in his mouth. His tongue lovingly rolled over each nipple, flicking them delicately. Her breathing grew louder and her face pressed into his hair. She must not play with them much. They seemed very sensitive and he was careful not to overdo it, lest it overload her.

Meanwhile, his hands were fully in her shorts, grabbing clumps of her smooth, fleshy cheeks. His hands sunk into them and rubbed down her sides until his fingers were close to poking out of the leg ends.

Still continuing his care to her chest, he circled one hand around to her front, unbuttoning the shorts. Just as he had the button unfastened and was pulling the zipper down, she grabbed his head tightly again, peppering him with more kisses. He stopped midway along the zipper, turning his attention to her and showering her with the same. She was growing bolder, nibbling on his lip as if desperate for him.

That spurred him on and he finished undoing her shorts. Tucking his fingers in the hems, he inched them down bit by bit. Haoyu lifted herself up, perhaps unconsciously, helping him along as he pulled them down. Once they were at her feet, he caught a glance of her see-through lace panties and nearly choked.

The visible slit was as small as her stature and when his fingers brushed against her, he touched the thin, sticky juice starting to soak through the panties. She was ready for him and he suspected she wouldn’t mind him removing the panties as well. Hooking a finger on each side, he slid them down and as he suspected, she lifted her hips up willingly and kicked them off along with the shorts once they were down far enough.

He had been right. Her hips were wide and luscious, forming perfect curves that he wanted to grab and press against him. He almost couldn’t believe she managed to squeeze herself in those tight shorts.

Haoyu’s face was flushed and dazed from the makeout, but she was beaming like she had accomplished quite a feat. She looked down at his jeans and reached for them, her hand gently tracing the outline of his cock. He could barely feel it through the rough material, but knowing her little hand was there was enough to cause it to jump in excitement.

He placed his hand over hers, completely covering it, and guided her to his own zipper. Together, they loosened his jeans and he shoved them off, followed by the boxers. Then there they sat, the teenaged girl on top of him, her sex pressed against his raised shaft.

She scooted closer so her folds ensnared part of him and rubbed herself on along his hardness. He followed suit, pushing on her, her juices preparing him for the eventual penetration. She bit her lip, looking down, uncertainty written all over her face.

Henry tilted her chin up and grinned. “You’re doing great,” he said warmly. She embraced him, grinding harder into him.

If Abby had only been able to take half of him, he imagined Haoyu wouldn’t take much more. They had to change positions so it would be better for her. Standing up, he lifted the girl up and onto the bed and she crawled on all fours, her head laying against the sheets and her backside up high in the air.

That worked for him. He would be able to see what he was doing better and avoid hurting her. He kneeled on the bed behind her, positioning the tip against her entrance. She shuddered, clamping down on the sheets in anticipation.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his cock about to burst after waiting so long. He gripped her rear, squeezing hard as though to gain a solid hold on his own burning lust.

“Yes,” she said meekly.

He slowly entered her and she yelped, burying her head in a pillow before he had put much in. If Abby had been a snug fit, this was like trying to put on a shirt that was two sizes too small. They badly needed lube or something else to help.

“In the nightstand,” Haoyu said, having the same thought as him.

He withdrew and rummaged through the nearby nightstand, fishing out an open bottle of lube. How or when Beth had bought this, he didn’t know. But he would save that talk for later. Haoyu was waiting.

He squirted a liberal amount on himself and some more in his hand, reaching under and caressing Haoyu with it. She shivered as he worked a finger in. “It’s cold,” she muttered.

“Don’t worry,” he said, lining up behind her like before. “I’ll warm you up.”

He went painstakingly slow, sliding himself in, and this time, he managed to ease into her. He still had to take his time, letting her adjust longer than Abby, but she took him pretty well. At least part of him.

By the time he reached the end, Haoyu had lifted her head and was on all fours. She gave him a sultry look over her shoulder and wiggled her hips. “You can go faster if you want. I’m all yours.” There was little confidence behind her statement, but he decided to humor her.

“If you’re sure,” he said. He started at a languid pace, ensuring to reach her from top to bottom with each thrust. She kept up a brave face for a while, acting the cool-under-pressure woman she had tried to be before.

His hands roamed around her body, one fondling her breasts. She lifted herself up, wrapping her arm around his neck to hold herself high. She overlaid her fingers on his, guiding him to the best spots, helping him tease her nipples in the right manner to please her.

His other hand traveled down her thighs, unable to believe how round they were and exploring every inch of them. She murmured in delight, kissing him deeply as his fingers found her front, prodding at the little bud between her legs.

Eventually, the pain she felt seemed to subside and she begged him to go faster. He happily obliged, trying to hold himself back from finishing too early. A task becoming more and more difficult between her moans echoing through the room and her round cheeks slapping with a plap, plap, plap against his waist.

Suddenly, she reached over to the nightstand drawer, retrieving something small, and stuck her hand between her legs. A buzzing tickled Henry’s groin and he nearly leapt back before realizing what the toy was.

“Another of Beth’s?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said, her head on the pillow and her eyes swimming around in pleasure.

Definitely need to talk to her about all that drawer later, he thought. Haoyu increased the speed of the vibrator, jumping as it met her clit. With her arching back and intense whines desperate for a release, he figured that she didn’t much care how fast or hard he went anymore. Which worked just fine for him.

Planting his knees in the bed and holding firmly onto her, he plowed through with all his vigor, eager to reach his orgasm as well. Haoyu squealed and her breathing grew more erratic, as did her body contortions in the bed. Behind him, her small feet lifted and curled around his legs and she pleaded for him to keep at it.

“Don’t stop!” she said, scrunching her eyes shut. “Please, don’t stop! I’m almost there.”

The pressure mounted and her vagina clamped down on him. He meant to pull out. Or to ask her if she was on the pill too. But all such worry and thoughts were pushed far to the back of his mind. All that mattered was the powerful wave of relief and pleasure that crashed against him as he finished, spurting out into her with each deep penetration.

Beneath him, Haoyu clenched up and jerked around, her body folding in and out at her orgasm swept through her as well. When it was over, Henry hunched over her on his hands while she panted in a stupor, her hair plastered to her sweating brow.

His chest felt heavy and tight, his heart racing like he had just crossed a marathon’s finish line. Careful not to crush her, he rolled off of Haoyu and collapsed beside her on the bed. He certainly wasn’t as young as he used to be and considered taking up some exercise. Should probably go for a run now and then. He sniffed the air and then himself, shaking his head. And a shower.

Beside him, Haoyu slipped her hands across his chest and snuggled up to his side despite his smell. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close, and they both laid there, letting sleep overtake them.

* * *

Henry had a strange dream that he was floating high in the sky, propelled upward by his waist. Somewhere, in the distance, Beth materialized and approached him with a serious expression. Then she ducked under him, disappearing.

Shortly after, the lightweight sensation dissolved and he dropped back to solid ground, some force tugging him. Somebody or something pulling him from behind. Then another pushing him down with more fervor.

He awoke, blinking at the dimly lit room and looked around. He realized where he was and the memories of the night flooded him. Peering at the nearby clock, he noted it wasn’t even midnight and heaved a deep sigh. He still had time. He needed to take care of things before his wife stumbled home in the early morning.

Then he noticed his wet groin. Raising his head, he found the bobbing blond head of Abby, her mouth open wide as she wrapped her tongue around his half-hardening shaft.

“What the hell?” he started, sitting up.

However, Haoyu whined and pulled him back down, rolling on top of him. “It’s alright,” she said, pecking his chin. “We cleaned ourselves up while you were asleep and did you too.”

“That’s not the point,” he said.

“C’mon,” Abby said from behind Haoyu’s ample rear, spitting a wad on him and working it along the length with her hand. “Don’t you want a round two?” She reached out and stroked Haoyu’s slit, earning a titter from the girl.

Henry didn’t respond. He covered his face and racked his brain. How was he going to deal with this? Both Abby and Haoyu knew about each other now. This was getting out of hand. Now there were two of them. Two of them to deal with.

“Hey,” Abby tapped Haoyu’s backside. “Come help me with this.”

She happily jumped off of him and joined Abby at his waist, helping her to lick up and down his rising stiffness. Henry dared to peek between his fingers and unfortunately, the tantalizing sight of their lips suckling around different sections of him had their desired effect. Within mere minutes, he was up and ready for action.

“Perfect,” Abby said, reaching his tip and meeting Haoyu. She kissed the Chinese girl, much to the latter’s surprise. But Haoyu settled into it, her tongue dancing and twisting with Abby’s. Their lips broke onto his tip and moved in sync down to his testicles like an expert performance.

“Want to go first?” Haoyu asked, her fingers curling around his cock and eyeing it hungrily.

“I’d like to. However, there’s someone else who hasn’t had a turn yet and she’s been waiting a while.”

Haoyu seemed as confused as Henry, but Abby turned to the cracked bedroom door, beckoning at it. Slowly, the door opened and a familiar redhead stepped in.

Henry forgot all about the other girls and stared, his eyes drinking in the skimpy two-piece baby blue bikini, whose top barely covered the heavy breasts and the bottom that was little more than a thin tissue over her crotch. He slowly raised his head to the mass of curls as his daughter shook her hair out of her face and gave him a small smile.

“Hey, Daddy.”

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Beth could hardly believe her eyes. Her dad was actually naked. In her room. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Yet there he was. Those broad shoulders, the shifting and rippling muscles in his strong back, his large arms, and a surprisingly nice rear that she made sure to commit to memory. It was as if all her fantasies were finally coming true at once.

Well, almost all of them. Instead of her underneath her father, it was Haoyu in the throes of pleasure and sexual ecstasy. It was a cruel irony in a way. A monkey’s paw that gave her exactly what she wished for, but with another person involved. Another person screaming and thrashing on the bed as he filled her to the brim with that sweet, creamy seed that she craved. No, Haoyu was the lucky one who got to curl up to his side as he collapsed on the bed and sleep settled on both of them.

She couldn’t give up now. This was her one shot. Her only shot. She wouldn’t have a chance like this again, not in a million years.

And how do you plan to do it? she asked herself. That was the one part she hadn’t figured out yet. Abby’s aggressive nature had torn a hole in the taboo barrier and Haoyu delivered the next of the one-two punch to shatter it for the pair of them. But his own daughter. Would all this be enough? How could she convince him if it wasn’t? Would he just see this as a step too far?

Now that she was at the threshold of stepping into this wild new unknown, her feet were rooted to the floor. If this didn’t succeed, their relationship would be irrevocably ruined. No more father-daughter time, no more quiet moments between them, no more physical intimacy of the smallest kind. They would always be at arm’s length.

Even with the poor lighting, her dad was completely visible to her, splayed out on the bed. She wanted to reach out and touch him. Run her fingers down that tangled carpet of chest hair and feel those defined muscles against her young flesh. She needed his hands on her, clinging to her not as a parent, but as a lover, desperate to never let go.

Without realizing it, her hand had found its way into her pants, massaging her groin. Her body was burning like it was on fire and she needed him. She needed to rush in there, throw herself on him, and take him.

But again, the fear seeped into her lust-addled mind and she pulled back from the door crack. Perhaps this was the closest she would come to knowing what it was like. Could she never do anything more than just spy on him like she was now, using her finger as a piss-poor substitute for the girth that had sated Haoyu until the little girl had flailed like a fish for air?

“Never took you for the voyeuristic type,” Abby whispered in her ear.

Beth jumped, ripping her hand out of her pants and hiding the sticky evidence behind her back. Abby stood there in only her shirt and bra, both still askew and pulled up. “I-I-I wasn’t doing anything.” How long had she been standing there? Then again, Beth had lost track of how long she had been watching her dad sleep.

Abby raised an eyebrow. “Cut the bullshit. You got a thing for your dad, don’t you?” Before Beth could deny it, she held up a hand. “You’ve been eyeing him longer than just tonight, haven’t you? It’s why you got this whole thing together, huh? To get a chance with him?”

Beth couldn’t lie to her. Despite her friend being mostly naked, she felt like she was on the one on full display, as though Abby had dragged out the worst skeleton in Beth’s closet and laid it bare between them. What else could do but confess?

“Yes,” she said. “You’re right. I,” she swallowed, her throat incredibly dry, “I wanted to be with him. I have for years. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She hoped that Abby could see that she was sincere and didn’t take her for some sick freak. It wasn’t something she could control. She loved her dad and that’s all there was to it.

To her shock, Abby cracked a smirk. “There it is. I knew you’d been hiding something.”

“You mean, you’re not, well, you know?” Disgusted? Appalled? She didn’t want to fill in the blank for her.

“Nah. I mean, I was a little surprised when I figured it out, but you know, it happens with people now and again. Besides,” she peeked in too, “he is a sexy, sexy man.”

“Yeah,” Beth agreed, listening to the soft snores from the bedroom. She loved that tiny whistle of his whenever he exhaled.

“So, are you gonna go for it?” Abby asked. “This is probably your best opportunity.”

“I want to,” she said, “but I’m not sure how. Maybe I should-”

Abby grabbed her shoulder. “Look, speaking girl to girl, you need feel that dick. Trust me.” Then her voice softened. “And speaking as your friend, you won’t be satisfied until you do this.”

Beth nodded. “Alright, but I need something from under my bed first.”

“You got it. Follow me.”

Abby silently pushed open the door and crept in on tiptoe. Beth stayed right behind her, both of them heading for the bed. Abby lifted the blanket up for her and Beth dropped prone, crawling under the bed and searching for the hidden box. She remembered she had stuffed it far in the corner to keep out of sight of her parents. She disappeared under the bed, swinging her arms wide in the dark for it.

Her fingers tapped a square box. She quickly snatched it and scooted backwards, lifting the box in triumph. “Got it,” she mouthed.

“Hm, who’s there?” Haoyu turned toward them and immediately Abby and Beth slapped their hands over her mouth. Haoyu’s eyes widened in fear, then slowly relaxed as she recognized her friends.

Henry snorted and coughed for a moment, and they all stayed stone still, afraid he would wake. But he only smacked his lips and turned his head, returning to his heavy snoring. Keeping a watchful eye on her dad, Beth helped Haoyu out of the bed and into the hallway without disturbing him.

“Looks like you got your fill,” Abby noted as they pulled the bedroom door closed to a crack.

Haoyu crossed her legs together, but that didn’t stop the cum dripping down her thigh in long, pearl white trails. Beth was envious and told herself that she would be full of it soon too.

“Why’d you have to wake me up?” Haoyu asked, sleepily trying to cover herself. “I was enjoying it.”

“Because I want to have another go,” Abby said, her eyes flicking to Beth for a moment. There was an unspoken Hurry up, I’ll take care of this in that look. Beth nodded in thanks and rushed to her parents’ bedroom while Abby dragged Haoyu to the bathroom. “But we’re gonna have to clean him up first. Help me out.”

Beth opened the box on her parents’ bed and stared down at the bikini. It was smaller than she remembered. She had bought it months ago, hoping to wear it to the beach on a trip with her dad. She never had the courage though. But now, now she thought she could do it.

Discarding her shirt and shorts, she slipped into the top and tied the string ends loosely behind her back. Then she pulled on the thong and studied herself in the mirror.

It was just like before when she had first modeled it in her room before hiding it under the bed. Her ample breasts spilled out of the top, nearly swallowing the triangular blue pieces whole, and her nipples visibly perked up, as though about to poke right though.

The thong wasn’t any better, leaving a simple string riding between her cheeks and offering a small thin piece of fabric for her front. She tried to stretch the fabric a little, but there wasn’t much she could do with it.

She fussed with the bikini top’s shoulder straps while listening to her friends outside go back and forth between the bathroom and bedroom. She fluffed up her curls, letting them cascade down her freckled shoulders.

A sudden knock at the door jolted her and Abby poked her head in. “We’re about ready.” Her eyes ballooned at the bikini and she stepped in, half-laughing. “Ho-ho-holy shit.”

“What? Is it too much?”

“Not at all. Damn,” she circled Beth, giving her approving nods. “Oh yeah. This’ll definitely work.” She threw off her shirt and bra too, then headed for the door. “Give us about five minutes, then come in. You’ll know when.”

“Alright,” she said. “Hey, Abby?”

Her friend turned, one hand on the door. “Yeah?”

“Thanks. For all this.”

“Anytime. Now get ready.”

Beth followed Abby’s instructions, waiting patiently in the hallway and watching the scene unfold inside. Her friends stroked and licked her father’s length, preparing him for Beth. She could hardly believe it. The big moment was here. Any minute now, she would walk through this door and-

I can’t do this, she panicked, pushing her hair back and pacing around the hallway. What am I thinking? This won’t work. It’ll never work.

But her other part, the need welling up from her core that had waited and suffered too long was not going to be denied now. Not by a little fear. Pull yourself together. You can do this and you will. You are going to fuck your dad tonight!

Inside, she heard Haoyu ask, “Want to go first?”

Beth peeked through the crack. His father was stiff as a board and ready to go.

“I’d like to,” Abby said, her hand slowly pumping the shaft. “However, there’s someone else who hasn’t had a turn yet and she’s been waiting a while.”

A damn long while. Abby curled her finger at the door and Beth took a deep breath. Here we go. She pushed open the door and stepped in.

Haoyu’s eyes widened and she was at a complete loss, looking between Abby and Beth. Meanwhile, Abby gave her a wide smile, jerking her head and encouraging her to come closer.

Yet what most thrilled Beth was her father. He no longer noticed the other girls, but had eyes only for his daughter. He sized her up and down, desire written all over his face.

“Hey, Daddy.” She turned around, showing off her bikini and his cock twitched in response. This was it. He was finally beginning to want her as his woman, not as his daughter. She loved that feeling and stepped closer, determined to give him that last little push.

“Beth, I-”

She placed her finger on his lips and shushed him. “It’s okay, Daddy. I want this too. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She crawled on the bed, straddling him and pushing her groin into his length. She leaned down, arcing and stretching her back as her body pressed against his warm chest. She had dreamed about this for so long that a part of her wanted him to tear the thin bits of fabric off and run her through right there. But if this was her only opportunity, then she was damn well going to savor it. After waiting for years, she could stand a few minutes more.

She started at his chest, kissing and sucking the skin, leaving little bite marks as she worked her way up to his neck. He smelled of work and sex, a potent combination that delighted her. Henry’s head lifted up for her and she molded her mouth to his, his hot breath baring down her throat as she opened wide for his tongue.

Beneath Beth, Abby’s long fingers groped his swollen member, pressing it deeper into the tissue thin thong. To her side, Haoyu had taken the larger dildo and was playing with it, keeping herself wet and ready for her turn.

She would just have to wait her turn. Beth wanted to experience the full amount of her father’s sexual prowess. Sitting up, she untied her top, letting her breasts fall free and pushed them together, giggling and smothering Henry with them.

He reached around her back, holding her closer to him, and suckled on her nipple. She gasped and squirmed in his hold. Her breasts had never been an extremely erogenous spot for her. However, with her father tending to them, it was like they were a giant bundle of nerves, sensitive to the slightest touch.

Her hips shuddered and pushed harder against him, instinctively rubbing against his length, needing him. As his hands wandered elsewhere along her body, she felt small and secure in his hold, like his little girl that he would treasure and protect as long as he lived. She peered over her breasts into his loving eyes and her heart was fit to burst. She had done it. He was ready and willing to make her his woman.

And about time too. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. His fingers played her like a piano, groping and touching all the right areas as if he had been with her dozens of times and knew her inside and out.

“Daddy,” she whined and reached for her thong.

Abby and Haoyu helped, making Beth jump when her friends’ hands touched her. She had almost forgotten about the other girls in the room. She nodded her thanks to them and set herself back down on her father, her wet entrance eagerly grinding on him.

Like he had plenty of times tonight, he lifted Beth easily, and hovered her right over his tip. This was the moment, the point of no return. Her heart leapt into her throat and her head started to spin. Why was she so anxious?

“Beth?” His calm, deep voice broke through the sudden distress and she met his gaze. At once, she settled down and everything clicked into place. This was right. This was what she wanted.

She nodded at him and lowered herself carefully onto his waiting girth. Like she had figured, it was larger than the toys she had bought, but she hadn’t calculated how much bigger it would seem once inside her. She pushed through the initial pain and breaking, refusing to back out now. As she sank inch by inch onto it, her insides felt full in a fitting way, like she had discovered a missing piece that made her completely whole.

Once she had finished and reached the end, she checked herself. Unbelievably, there was still a small portion of him left out. She had half a mind to force herself on him fully, as she wanted all of him inside, not just most. She wanted his skin against hers whenever she sat down on him.

I’ll just have to make do. She leaned down onto him, wincing sharply as her groin repositioned, and laid her head against his chest.

He rubbed her back, his arms engulfing her. “You okay?” he asked.

She murmured into his chest. “More than okay.”

“I’m going to start moving then.”

He slowly slid out of her and her insides felt empty once more. Before she could even miss the sensation, he was back in her, reaching deep into her guts. She threw her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder, tightening up.

He paused, but she tapped his shoulder. “Go.” She could take it. The pain would pass. “Do it.”

Henry obliged and resumed his rhythmic motions. The more he went at it, the more accustomed her body became. Soon, the pain diluted to a numb discomfort alongside a growing bliss that tickled her entire body.

That was partly due to her friends on either side of her. Haoyu was on her back, one hand working a dildo along her moist entrance. In her other hand, the ever-present vibrator that she wiggled in between Beth and Henry’s bodies, pushing it to her groin. Beth shuddered as the toy found her little nub. Grinning, Haoyu circled it round while giving her dildo a sensual lick for Henry’s benefit.

Abby stayed near the head of the bed, groping and massaging herself with endless vigor. She smiled at Beth and suddenly swung her leg up and over Henry, sitting down with her groin on top of his mouth. Beth gaped at her friend, but was more surprised when Abby leaned over and kissed her.

Beth wasn’t sure what to do. She hadn’t imagined her first time with her father being quite like this. She couldn’t deny the thrill though. As Henry delved deep into her inner parts, her mind was no longer her own, but a sexual, lusting creature that wanted more.

So she gave in, returning the kiss and licking Abby’s lips. Her friend tasted like cum. The same cum that she wanted and the more she thought of that, the harder she pressed Abby’s lips to hers.

Somewhere beneath them, Henry lapped and slurped at Abby’s pussy, all the while maintaining a steady groove with Beth. She was impressed how her father multitasked. Abby broke the kiss and grabbed the pillow behind her, hissing as he sucked on her.

Beth looked over to Haoyu and, not wanting her to be left out, grabbed her friend and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The Chinese girl squeaked, yet melted into her friend’s embrace. Beth’s body tingled and whether it was the kiss or if she was getting close, she wasn’t sure.

“Thank you,” she murmured in her friend’s mouth and Haoyu nodded, falling back on the bed, the toys forgotten.

Beth chuckled and turned to Abby, who seemed on the verge of her own orgasm. She mouthed a “Thanks” to her as well. Whether or not she caught it, Beth wasn’t sure. The next moment, Abby threw her head back, her mouth opened in a silent o, and fell off of Henry’s face, rolling onto the bed and jerking.

Ignoring her, Beth focused on her dad. His face was smeared with juices from Abby and she leaned in close, delicately licking bits here and there off his stubble. It was a mixture of sweet and salty, probably from his sweat, and she kissed Henry for all she was worth.

That seemed to activate something in him, for his hands clamped tight on her rear and he picked up the pace, fucking her like a man possessed. Beth bounced on him, her whole body shaking as he tunneled deep in her, his length reaching her very womb. This is it, she thought as her own body started to alight like she was being shocked. This was finally it.

He unleashed a guttural yell and slammed his hips into her with all the force of a train. She yelped and saw spots before her eyes. “Daddy!” she shrieked, the orgasm ripping through her as he expanded inside her crevice, filling her with an explosion of cum.

She looked down and realized she had dug her nails tight into his chest. She quickly released him and laid on top of him, the pair catching their breaths. Beneath her head, she heard his heart beating rapidly and smiled.

“I love you, Daddy. Thank you,” she said, raising her head and pecking his cheek.

He smiled and tousled her hair. “Anything for you. I love you too.”

Abby cleared her throat. “Don’t think this is over,” she said, pushing herself up and back to a dazed, but sitting stance. “We still want another turn.” On the other side, Haoyu was recovering too, hungrily eyeing Henry’s shaft.

Beth grinned. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.”

Hours later, Beth blinked and peered into the dark room. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she wondered what had woken her and raised her head.

Her father held his phone up in the air, texting someone. He noticed her and stroked her hair as he set his phone down. “It’s your mom.”

She yawned and snuggled into his chest. “What does she want?”

“She wanted to let me know she won’t be home until morning.”

“Guess it takes her a while to fuck somebody too,” she blurted out without thinking. When she realized what she had said, she shut her eyes.

“So, you know about that,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. It felt nice, soothing, like he used to do when she was small and had trouble sleeping. “You shouldn’t talk about her like that. She’s your mother.”

“And she’s cheating on you,” she shot back. “Leaving you here to take care of everything and neglecting you.”

He bent his neck, tilting her chin up to face him. “Is that why you planned this whole night?”

She nodded, figuring it best to own up to it. “Yes. That and, well,” she struggled with her words, despite saying them repeatedly all night while he had plowed them senseless. Her friends both laid in a heap on the bed beside them, with the toys, empty lube bottles, and stains of every size surrounding them.

“And?” he prompted.

“And I do really love you.” It was out there now. “I always have and I want to be with you, Dad. Yours and yours only.”

“I appreciate that,” he said. “But your mom-”

“Forget her.” She lifted her body up until her face was at his level. “In fact, just leave her. What do you need her for anyway? You have us.” His eyes widened, but she pressed on. “I’m serious. We’ll take care of you, just like you took care of us.”

He didn’t answer. He only pulled her close for a lingering kiss, then held her to him tightly. She had put all her desires forth. All she could hope for now was that he reciprocated them. If not, then she didn’t know what she would do.

After what seemed like an hour, he finally said, “I can’t say I dislike the idea.” She looked up, daring to believe for a moment. “I certainly did enjoy this. And you.” He tapped her nose and she giggled. “Let me think about it, okay?”

It wasn’t the definite yes that she wanted, but it would do for now. She settled back onto his body and closed her eyes. This had been an extremely long and emotional night. For now, she was happy to rest.

Beth smiled as she exited the bathroom and listened to her dad whistle in the kitchen. It had been six months since the divorce had been finalized and her mother had moved out. Her dad had felt like celebrating with a pasta recipe he had read about online and been saving for a special occasion. As he finished stirring the ingredients together and set it in the oven, the doorbell rang.

“Beth, honey, can you get that?”

“Yeah!” she called back, running to the door. She greeted her friends and welcomed them in, all three of them excited for their planned sleepover.

She led them to the kitchen, where Henry greeted Abby and Haoyu while taking off his oven mitts. “Hey, dinner should be ready soon.”

Abby dropped her bag on the floor and rubbed her chin. “Does anyone else see a problem with this picture?”

Henry looked down at his shirt and pants. “Damn, did I spill something?”

“No.” Abby sauntered over to him and grabbed the hem of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

“Cause I’m still cooking.”

“You just put it in. We have time,” Haoyu said, bending over and unfastening his pants.

“At least tell me you brought some condoms this time.”

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” Abby said, dragging him to the living room. She turned back to Beth. “Coming?”

“In a minute,” she said, waving her friends on. She stole away to the bathroom while they were preoccupied and checked the test strip she had left on the sink.

She crossed her fingers, whispering to herself. “C’mon, c’mon.”

Ever so gradually, a second red line appeared next to the first. Beth stared at it, then held it up close to the light to ensure she wasn’t imagining it. But no, this time, it was real. It was finally a positive result.

She grinned to herself, rubbing her stomach gingerly and hid the test strip in the cabinet. She would show her father later once Abby and Haoyu had gone to bed. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“Beth, are you coming?” Haoyu asked from the living room.

“Yup, on my way,” she said, practically skipping on cloud nine out of the bathroom. For now, she would enjoy their little orgy and the many more to come from here on out.