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I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes as I stood among a large crowd of friends and family, watching a car festooned with colorful ribbons and trailing a string of clanging cans drive away with my only c***d in the arms of another man. Even though I knew they would be back in three weeks from their Hawaiian honeymoon, living not far away, I was feeling the loss and sadness every father feels when he sees his daughter suddenly choose another man to live with and love.

As the crowd thinned, eager to get back to the bar and the dancing, I still stood watching the now bare driveway, happy for my darling Samantha but also wishing she'd never left.

"Earth to Mister Ross, Earth to Mister Ross, helloooo!"

Coming aware suddenly, brought out of my introspective musings by a familiar voice, I turned, and then smiled when I saw the two dazzling, pink clad creatures in front of me.

"Barbara, Naomi," I almost sang, delighted to see my Sam's two best friends, such good friends of my daughters that she had insisted that they both act as her maids-of-honor, not willing to choose one over the other. "Why aren't you two inside dancing up a storm, making every other woman in the room jealous," I asked mischievously as I d****d an arm over each of their shoulders.

"What, and leave the most handsome man at the party out on the sidewalk sobbing," answered Barbara slyly, winking suggestively at me and then giving me a light kiss on the lips, an almost chaste kiss, but a kiss with just a touch of tongue and moisture in it, enough to hint at some other possibility.

"Now, now Babs, only married nine months and you're already calling other men handsome. Where is your Don anyway?"

"I think old Dons had a little too much to drink Mr. R," Naomi, the tall, auburn haired beauty interjected laughing.

"God, I can't believe any man would get drunk while he was out with you Barbara. Who'd you come with tonight Naomi; I didn't see any of your usual beaus at the wedding?"

Still laughing, the vixen answered, "I figured you might need a date tonight, poor Mr. R, all alone for once."

I had to chuckle at Naomi's comment, as we all knew that Samantha had suggested to me rather forcefully that I wasn't to bring one of my strumpets (as she called all my occasional girlfriends) to her wedding. "Well then," I said as I hugged the two to me, and giving them both a friendly squeeze, turned with them towards the doors and added, "I hope you two brought your dancing shoes –we're going to daaaance tonight. And I must say the two of you look simply deeevine in pink."

Blushing and obviously happy at my remarks, the two girls both wore dazzling smiles as we entered the hall arm in arm. It surprised me momentarily how comfortable these two girls felt on my arms, how these two who had spent the last fifteen years playing around the house with Samantha, who even in their teenage years had never sexually excited me, now seemed like the most alluring of attractions, their pure femaleness a beacon to my already twitching organ.

As I escorted them to their table I thought it was strange to not only realize how sexy they were, but to somehow know that I would bed both of these beauties in the days ahead, that their curvaceous bodies would soon writhe under my hardness, and be finally bathed with my seed.

Barbara's husband, Don, a neighbor's boy, now 25 years old and a recent graduate of the Law School, was as Naomi had warned, almost blotto. He was actually a nice boy, and even if not a real go getter, he was friendly and kind and he would probably make Babs a good husband in most ways.

But I didn't feel bad as I contemplated sleeping with his wife because I knew he'd never satisfy her carnal desires, that he'd never fill her or fuck her like she needed. After talking to Don for a couple of minutes I led Naomi to the dance floor, promising Barbara I'd be back for her soon.

"Well sweetie," I said to Naomi as we danced across the floor, "Two down, one to go. When are you going to get married? You look so pretty tonight that if you play your cards right you just might find a husband before dawn."

"Oh Mr. R, I'm still pretty young, I think I'll try a few more men before I settle down. I don't want to rush into it and miss something, do I? Someone like you, maybe," she whispered huskily in my ear, letting me feel her firm breasts as she moved against me.

As we danced through the crowd, I smiled and talked to friends as we passed, but although appearing nonchalant to others, I finally let her feel my size against her groin, let her contemplate my penetration of her already moist pussy. "I know you won't want to miss this Naomi," I whispered back, "In fact I think I'm going to help you take off that pink gown tonight young lady. Yes, and then I'm going to lick you from head to toe before I fill you up."

As I walked her back towards her table, she was blushing from the tops of her breasts to her ears, and clearly excited and nervous, mumbling asked, "Really?....... You promise, ………you're not joking with me are you?" Seeing my smile and feeling me gently squeeze her trembling arm, she beamed radiantly, and added, her lips just caressing my ear as she spoke, "Oh gosh yes, I'm soooooo happy Mr. R."

Donny had almost passed out and two of his buddies were helping him up as we got to the table. "Oh Barbara, are you leaving? Darn, I didn't get my dance. Do you have time for a quick one before you two leave?"

"It's okay Mr. Ross," Donny slurred, "I'm going with Pete and Joe here. They'll get me home. Barb can stay and get a ride later."

"But Donny," his young bride complained.

"No, no honey, you stay and have some fun. I'm sure Naomi or Mr. R will get you home," he finished as his buddies half carried him from the room.

"Well Babs, I guess you have no excuses left now," I said. "The beautiful, tall, sexy blond will finally have to dance with this decrepit old man," I added chuckling.

Grabbing my hand, an evil grin on her lips, she led me towards the centre of the dance floor, and then added, "Well Mr. R, maybe we'll just have to see how decrepit you really are." Within seconds her body was plastered against mine, and although she didn't talk at first, her every movement screamed to me of her desire for sex, for me.

Finally she said, "I love Donny you know…….. Maybe it doesn't show but I'll never leave him…… It's just that I need something else,….. something maybe I think…. God, maybe something big…….something you can give me. I know I'm not talking clearly but…."

"I understand honey, promise."

"It's just we've always wanted you Mr. R, Naomi and I, I mean. Cripes, even Sam wanted you. We used to talk about you around your pool, God, like when we were sixteen we used to joke about what a good body you had. When you used to stand next to our boyfriends, they looked like geeks; you were so much bigger, stronger than them." The words were now gushing from Barbara's mouth, her inhibitions gone in her rush to confess. "Oh shit, you're so big there too," she murmured huskily, her lower body grinding against my cock.

"I'm sleeping with Naomi tonight," I whispered regretfully in her ear, "I promised her before."

"What! ….What about me?.......Please Mr. R," she pled, "I want you too. It's not fair," she added pouting. "Why Naomi and not me," she finished, a plea in her eyes, as we returned to the table

Back at the table I watched the two girls franticly converse, and sensed that they would share me this night, that both their mouths would envelop my hardness, and that they would both take a barebacked ride on my long shaft before dawn.

As I watched them talk I thought back to the years I had known them, to the last exciting weeks leading up to the wedding……………………..

…………………………..…The three girls had always been friends, meeting their first day of kindergarten and becoming inseparable ever since. One blond, one red headed and my daughter Sam with her long, rich black tresses, they had all been tall, gawky teenagers, more interested in sports and studying than boys, and it was only when they went to the University together that they blossomed as women.

They had gone to the University at s*******n and the other two girl's parents and I had insisted the girls live in residence first year, all of us recognizing that it would be good for the girls development to live independently, to start to learn how to live as adults.

Their sophomore year the girls had taken an apartment together minutes from their downtown campus and it was during that year that they had metamorphosed from frisky teens into gorgeous women. All of a sudden they were surrounded by hordes of eager, panting young men.

Their tall bodies had exploded, sprouting high, firm breasts, taut full bums and wide deep hips. All three were 5' 9+" tall and looked like Parisian runway models except they carried five pounds of extra weight spread seductively over their frames. It was during the summer of 2003, after their second year, a summer during which the three spent most of their free time in my backyard by the pool, that I realized how beautiful, how incredibly erotic they were.

Most weekends the girls lounged around the pool, the latest micro bikinis their only covering, the small pieces of cloth no match for their ripe fullness. Usually they were surrounded by boys, men really, and it was that summer that Don and Barbara fell in love, and although Samantha's future husband hadn't yet arrived on the scene, she and Naomi were never alone.

It was also that summer that they took the first steps towards attracting 'Daddy' as the three referred to me. Up until then they had regarded me as all teens regard their parents – a complete lack of interest combined with a certain disdain that someone so old could tell them what to do.

But like all young girls, once the boys had started to be attracted to their new sexual personas, they couldn't get enough of the compliments and attention they received, and even demanded that an old man like I pay obeisance to their allure. Like frisky young colts they couldn't help themselves, teasing me almost u*********sly with their bodies, and of course were even more intrigued when the old man didn't bow down before them like just about every other male they met.

And as they paraded in front of me, brushing against me, or lying topless by the pool, or making out with their young boyfriends in front of me, I could see they were watching me in a new light, all of a sudden curious about what lay hidden beneath my surfing shorts.

I was forty that summer, twenty-one years older than the three girls, and still carried much the same body that had allowed me to play safety in the Big Twelve and got me a five minute stop in the pros. At 6' 2", 215 pounds, and with blue eyes and blond hair, I knew I cut a certain figure, and had had no problem attracting the ladies since my wife had walked out 12 years ago.

I had teased the girls a bit myself that summer, often bringing a good looking date over for the lazy afternoons by the pool, women who I knew would attract the young men surrounding Samantha and her friends. Invariably I heard that night or the next morning from Sam that my latest was 'too old or too young', 'too fat or too thin', or 'not smart enough' etc., etc, etc.

"But Sam," I'd protest, "Don't you want your Dad to have a girlfriend? Don't you think," and I'd mention whoever that days date had been, "would make a good mother for you?"

This always provoked groans and puking gestures from Sam (and her friends if they were around), but she'd always add the proviso that "Of course I want you to be happy Daddy, but her?"

I'd also, but only when it was just the girls and I who were around the pool, pick one of them while she was lounging in the sun and easily lift her, screaming and protesting but also giggling, and toss her into the pool. I knew they all liked being picked, they loved how effortlessly I could handle them, and they loved the feel of my strong hands on their developing bodies.

In response they would often sneak attack me while I swam, thinking three strong girls could handle me in the water. Often as we wrestled in the churning water, with their bodies rubbing against me, I'd feel a hand probing, darting in to touch my ass or penis and then retreating quickly. I'd reciprocate of course, often innocently grabbing a handful of firm ass and at least one of the girls tops would invariably come off in the water whenever we played, and hard nipples would be pressed against me before they'd retreat shrieking.

My Samantha was often the most aggressive, proud of her new sexuality and eager to show her Daddy what a big girl she had become. She loved to rub against me, pushing herself into my penis as she hung onto me. It was still play of course, and neither I nor the girls were really interested in going any farther, all of us respecting some invisible line that we wouldn't cross.

When the summer ended and the following school year started I saw much less of the three, Barbara was now seriously dating Don and they had set a wedding date for the following summer, and the other two were busy most of the time at the University, their summer of games with the old man almost forgotten. The summer of 2004 was quiet, as both Naomi and Samantha had gone to New York to work for the summer and it was only on the Labor Day weekend when Barbara married Don that I saw them all together again.

Sam had brought a date to the wedding, Jimmy Brown, a man who had graduated in Medicine from the University and was now interning at the local Medical Centre. He had been over quite often that summer and I could see that the two were becoming serious and I knew and feared that I would lose her far too soon.

I hadn't liked him at first, at 5'8" and 135 pounds; he was both shorter and lighter than Sam and I had the big, athletic man's aversion to small men who were cute rather than handsome. I had wondered how he would ever satisfy my girl but slowly he had won me over, first tolerating him and then actually liking the bright guy whose bubbling personality clearly had won over Sam.

I danced with all three girls that night and arrived home incredibly sad, knowing I had missed a sexual opportunity the likes of which I had never before enjoyed. I slept fitfully that night, the visions of myself making love to all three awakening me again and again with throbbing erections.

The insistent calls of "Daddy, daddy, wake up, hurry wake up," roused me at what seemed like dawn the morning after the wedding.

Rolling over to face Samantha, and rubbing my eyes to clear my vision, I asked "What is it honey, Christ what time is it anyway?"

"Aaaahhhhhhh Daaaaaddddy," I heard, almost shrieked in response.

"What is it baby? Are you all right?" I blurted, my groggy mind now clearing, the worry I detected in Sam's voice catching my attention.

"Daddy!" she said, her arm almost involuntarily raising and pointing at me.

"What Sam?" I started, but then saw she was staring almost transfixed at my groin, my morning erection pointing proudly at her.

Finally coming to her senses, she mumbled, "Sorry Daddy, sorry," and turned to leave.

"Sam stop! What the hell is going on anyway? Come back here!"

Turning toward me, clearly embarrassed, she finally said stuttering, "I sorry Daddy,……. Gosh, I should have knocked…… I didn't think… I…"

"Honey, what are you babbling about?"

Drawing a deep breath, her eyes continually moving downwards and back, she said, "I was excited Daddy, I wanted to tell you something wonderful but gosh…..it surprised me, I've never seen one like that…its different from…."

Patting the edge of my bed I told her, "C'mon here and sit down and tell me your news. I didn't know a sophisticated young lady like you would be so upset at seeing her Daddy's penis. What's so different about it anyway?" I asked, putting one hand on it and pretending to examine it closely.

"Dadddy," she started to protest, but then said, "Its just…..well…..I don't know," she started, blushing a deep red, "But it seems pretty big….I mean I'm no expert but……Geeeze….. Why is it hard in the morning anyway?" she finally demanded, "You don't have a woman in here do you?" she finished, her eyes reluctantly leaving my penis to examine the room in more detail.

"Sweetie, it's pretty normal for men to wake up with hard-ons, it's just the way we're made."

"But isn't it bigger than most men's?" she struggled to ask as her skin turned even brighter.

"We come in all sizes Sam, I'm a big man so maybe I'm a little bigger than most. By the way honey, how many erect penises have you seen anyway?" I asked, a small grin on my face.

"Daddeee!" she exclaimed, and at last back getting back in control of her emotions, held her hand up and proclaimed, "Look!"

"My God," I exclaimed, and although I had been expecting it, I was still stunned to see the diamonds shining on her finger. Struggling to smile, I sat up and hugged her to me, and as I held her finally said, "I'm so happy for you sweetie," as tears started to flow over my cheeks.

"Daddy, you're crying"

"I know, I don't know if it's because I'm happy for you or because I'm going to be losing my beautiful princess," I blubbered.

"You'll never lose me Daddy, never, never, never…….. I love you so much," she finished, and as the tears started to fall from her eyes, hugging me even tighter, she gave me a kiss on the lips. An innocent father-daughter kiss yes, but it lasted second after second, and even after we broke apart I could taste her sweetness on my tongue and feel her hard nipples against my chest.

We both backed away from each other, almost jumping apart, and then started to talk, trying with our words to fill the awkward gap between us. With any other woman I would simply have pushed her back and then filled her trembling, moist cunt with my hardness but… my daughter….. on the morning of her engagement…it just seemed impossible, and fortunately the manic urge soon passed.

I could see the same thoughts, the same emotions pass across Sam's face, knew she had felt my hard cock as we kissed, but I also noticed the regret she felt that we didn't consummate our love, and knew she saw the same regret in my eyes. We spent the next twenty minutes discussing Jimmy's proposal and her plans for a late June wedding, promising me "Daddy, we're not moving from the city, I'm marrying him but he's going to have to understand I'm never going to leave you."

As she got up to go, to show me that she had completely regained her composure, she asked, giggling and pointing at my still rampant prick, "Daddy, does that mean I'll see one of those every morning when I'm married?"

"I hope so sweetie," I answered chuckling, but even then I was pretty sure Jimmy wouldn't be wielding anything like what I had pointing upwards from my groin, and from the rueful grin on Sam's face I think she knew the same thing.

The year passed in a blur and before I knew it we were in early June, just three weeks before the big date. Barbara and Naomi had taken the month off and the three were spending all their days at our house planning for every possible eventuality. I loved to see the three of them together again, but a little sad, knowing they'd probably never again have this opportunity to be together.

Owning my own company I was able to schedule myself as I wanted and soon found myself spending most afternoons with them by the pool. They had changed since the summer of their sophomore year and I was surprised at how open they were as they talked, discussing the most intimate of subjects with each other. They were also much more confident women now and with only me around were always topless as they lounged.

They seemed to have come to some secret pact among themselves, a pact that allowed me into their inner circle, a circle I soon found often embarrassing. It amazed me what women would share; Barbara seemed to start every conversation with a description of her last night's lovemaking and would then insist Naomi and Sam cough up with similar details.

"What about you Mr. R." she'd start, "Just who are you sleeping with these days?" And after seeing my lack of response would probe deeper, "What about that big girl I saw you with last week at the mall? Are you screwing her?"

"Now, now girls, that's my business."

"She's too fat for you anyway Mr. R," interjected Naomi, and laughing added, "And I don't think she'd make a good mother for little Sam here."

Another day as Barbara lay on her stomach, topless and only wearing a string thong; she turned and sulkily asked me to oil her. "I don't want to burn my little bum, Mr. R, could you?….."

As I slowly moved my hands over her taut cheeks, I hooked my fingers under the thong and said, "I better get this off too, you'll look so much better for Don without these little white lines."

At first I felt her tense, but then she lifted her hips slightly, allowing me to slip the tiny piece of material completely off her.

"Dadddy! Daddy, what are you doing," Sam protested, but I immeadiately saw that both Naomi and she wanted an excuse to be naked in front of me. They watched transfixed as my hand slipped along her crack, and then after lightly caressing her anus disappeared slowly under her. Barb spread her legs wider and lifted her hips upward as my fingers moved through her thin blond hairs and momentarily penetrated her pussy, a gasp of pleasure her only sound.

Turning, I asked the curly haired redhead, "Naomi, would you like some oil too?" while watching her freckle, covered breasts jiggle as she shuffled her rear end on the seat.

I took her small shy nod for an OK and started on her shoulders, letting my fingers dance down and under her rapidly aroused breasts. 'Ooohh' and then another 'oooh' escaped from the beauties lips as I tweaked each of her fat nipples. She was wearing just a small Brazilian bottom and when I moved my hands to it she eagerly lifted her hips, and grinned shyly as I bared her red, curly bush to view.

"Oh don't you love those Irish girls with their flaming hair and their green eyes," I intoned reverently, "And those lovely pink lips peeking out from their hairy protection…."

"Daddy, I don't think Naomi needs lotion there!" Sam complained again.

"Oh Naomi's such a little slut Sam," encouraged Babs. "Mr. R, you better watch out, she's a bad girl, our Naomi," she finished laughing. But neither Sam's nor Barb's eyes left my fingers as they moved lightly through her bush.

"And you my lovely daughter," I said, turning to face Sam with oil on my hands and a grin on my face.

Uncertain at first, the little minx giggled nervously as she pushed her bottom off, watching me as I took in her dark, neatly trimmed triangle. "And who gets to shave down here," I demanded, an outraged father, while my left hand immediately cupped her mound.

"It's Jimmy's job," answered Barbara, an evil grin on her face, "He gets really excited after wielding the razor, doesn't he Sammy?"

I could feel Sam trembling as my finger traced her little slit, just lightly penetrating as I moved it from bottom to top and when she answered Barb brusquely with a, "You bitch," we all caught the little pant in her voice.

They couldn't convince me to strip that day, but from then on they were always totally nude when around the pool and got more shameless each day, wantonly spreading their legs whenever I looked their way, almost daring me to touch them.

One day Naomi told me they were planning a shower for Sam and wanted me to come.

"But showers are just for girls," I protested.

"But we need a stripper for the show," Barbara said laughing, and throwing a mesh, skin colored thong at me added, "We thought you could start the evening wearing this. Oh, by the way, I got you the large size Mr. R, Sam told us you've got a very large dohickey."

It seemed Sam had recounted to her friends the story of the morning she visited me in bed so grinning at her, I replied, "I'm not so sure my virginal daughter had seen one before, let alone be able to compare them."

"Ha, ha, ha Daddy, yoooou're so funny," Sam said as her two friends shrieked in glee.

A couple of days later, just three days before the wedding, I excited the house with just a towel around my waist, the mesh thong my only other covering. I walked past the girls and as I approached the edge of the pool I dropped the towel, gave them a couple of hip thrusts, and dove in. Surfacing I could hear the shouts from the girls as they rapidly approached the edge.

"You wore it," shrieked Naomi, and as I climbed slowly up the stairs I could feel six eyes boring through the thin covering. They fought to dry me off as I walked towards the loungers and once sitting they all tried to join me on the chair.

"I think we better apply some lotion to Mr. R," Barbara said, "We certainly don't want his little penis burned. Let me just ease your thong off sir, it'll be ruined if we don't dry it."

At least five hands grasped the material and it was torn into three pieces before it reached my knees. "God," cried Naomi, "Its naked…..I mean completely shaven……oh fuck……oh shit sir, excuse my language," the girl finished lamely, one of her hands lightly supporting my prick.

"Jesus, it's not even hard and look at it. I don't think Sam was lying to us when she described your size sir," gasped Barb.

"Well Daddy, who shaved you anyway?" Sam asked petulantly, as all three girls kept staring, their hands inching forward involuntarily.

"I have a little friend that helps me sometimes," I admitted sheepishly.

"Oh God, please, its not that old, ex-hippy, yoga chick that comes around is it?" Sam demanded. Before I could answer Sam yelled as she noticed two hands busy in my lap, "Naomi, what are you doing with my Daddy's penis?"

Caught red handed so to speak, she responded huffily, "Well I just wanted to see how big it really was."

"You slut!" both Babs and Sam spat out at their friend.

"Alright, alright girls, stop arguing!" I insisted loudly. "Just look, but absolutely no touching," I told them. Already awakening, the b**st slowly began to fill, stretching and widening relentlessly as they watched raptly. As he finally stood erect, the three girls, who had moved closer as he rose, were now just inches from his pulsating thick body, and their little pink tongues were quivering as they licked their lips in anticipation.

As they watched I stroked him, but surreptitiously slid a hand between Sam's thighs as she knelt beside me and let her feel my fingers deep inside her as my sperm exploded up and out from my shaft. I directed thick creamy streams onto each of the girls as they watched immobile. Quickly I got up, and claiming an urgent business meeting, walked away.

Once inside the house I looked back and could see all of them licking my rich cum off each others bodies, hungrily tasting the meal I had left them. As they started to talk excitedly among themselves I chuckled, knowing they were plotting my final seduction.

We had one other afternoon together before the wedding, an afternoon we all spent naked, our shyness gone, and all three of the girls made sure they grabbed me as often as possible as we splashed happily in the water.

The night before the wedding arrived and, after the wedding rehearsal and a large family dinner, Sam and I finally got home about eleven, collapsing together on a sofa in my bedroom. As we hugged each other I finally asked, "Do you need anything honey? Is there anything Daddy can do for his little princess?"

"Oh Daddy, I love you so much. Oh, God I'm excited,….maybe even a little nervous. You've been so good to me, I owe you so much."

"You don't need any advice about men? About your duties in the bedroom?" I asked grinning; trying to lighten the maudlin mood I was afraid we both might fall into.

"I think I'll manage Daddy. It's like….uh… the woman lies on her back…… spreads her legs….. and moans when the man puts his little thingy in……wiggles her ass a bit…….is that about it?" she asked laughing.

Laughing at her answer, I asked, a catch in my voice, "Can I tell you a last bedtime story tonight and tuck in my little darling one last time?"

Smiling broadly, she remembered, "Oh Daddy, I loved your stories when I was little, when you'd come in and tell me about the beautiful princess, and hold me in your arms until I fell asleep. And then I'd wake up in the middle of the night and not finding you would rush into your room and slip in next to you……. Gosh Daddy, why did you ever stop that?"

"You grew up sweetie. You got to be about eleven and decided you didn't want to hear about the little princess."

"Will you tell me one tonight Daddy, please?"

"Yes. You go get ready for bed, I'm going to have a shower and then I'll join you."

"I want to sleep in your bed tonight Daddy, just like when I was a little girl. I want to hear a lovely story and then wake in my Daddy's arms, his big body keeping me warm."

Kissing her lightly on her brow, I answered, "OK, go brush your teeth and get ready."

When I came out of the washroom ten minutes later, even though the room was only lit dimly by one covered lamp, I could see Sam in the middle of the bed, and although half under the sheet, I couldn't help but see she was naked. Dropping the towel to the floor I slipped under the sheet and lay on my side facing her. She quickly moved to me and as I started my story I could feel her every curve mold into my body.

"The kind King was very happy that day as he knew that his beautiful daughter, the exalted Princess Samantha was soon to be married…"

"What did she look like Daddy, was she pretty?" the little girl in Sam asked, just as she had twelve years ago. Each word she spoke released a little puff of breath over my chest, an erotic tickle of air that sent tingles through my body.

"She looked just like you sweetie, with lovely, silky, black hair tumbling down her back and smiling dark eyes and the most delectable lips….."

"Did she ever kiss the King with her lips Daddy," she asked as she took one of my nipples between her lips and nipped it with her teeth before sucking hungrily at it.

"The King loved his little Princess and of course wanted to kiss her and touch her," I whispered as my hands trailed down her back. "But he didn't want to hurt her before she went to live with the Handsome Prince……..Oh Jesus, honey," I gasped as I felt the nails of one of her hands sc**** up my shaft.

"I think the Princess loves the King so much Daddy that she wants to show him her love before she leaves, I think she wants to feel him deep inside her," she said as shifting her legs she moved so that my now firmly grasped shaft was rubbing along her wet slit.

"The Kings wanted to make love to the lovely Princess before she left him forever, but he was afraid of hurting her," I moaned as she drew half of my length into her hot furnace.

"I think its time for the Princess to have a King in her," she said giggling, and after first pushing me over on my back, impaled herself fully, sighing deeply as I forced her wide. I let her ride me at her own pace, knowing she had never been stretched so wide or filled so completely.

After pulling her head to mine and kissing her deeply, I let my hands move on her, one fondling her heavy breasts and nipples as the other explored the curves of her hip and ass. As she rose off me and then fell back onto me at an increasingly fast pace, I could feel her juices flowing around my cock, trying to lubricate the big piston that was drawing increasingly loud grunts from the young Princess. As I felt the first tremors of our orgasms radiate outwards, I inserted a finger into her tight rear hole, forcing the two of us even closer together as my sperm flooded into her.

"Oh fuck Daddy, oh fuck,……I think the big King overfilled his little Princess, oh God…..I don't think the little Princess ever guessed it would be so big, that it would feel like that…."

Still hard within her, our juices completely lubricating her, I turned her on her back and after moving her legs onto my shoulders, I started to relentlessly drive into my daughter, letting her feel all of me deeply with each long, hard stroke.

"Daaaaddy, oh DADDDY,……..uuunnnh …………..uuuuuunnnh …………….. Unnhhh……………. Uuunnnnhhh…………….uuuunnnnnn………," she wailed, each guttural moan a response to my cock stuffing her completely.

Wrapping her legs around my waist while her nails moved painfully across my back her second orgasm was accompanied by little cries and yips from her, wild demands of "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, …….fill me, your big fat cock Daddy,……. oh yes fuck little Sam, fill my cunt Daddy,……..Oh shit fill my cunt with your seed,………oh sweet Jesus yeeeeeeeessssssssss………," she howled as I drenched her insides for the second time.

Afterwards, we lay quietly together, neither of us able or willing to express our feelings, our sighs and panting breath seeming to fill the room with noise. Twice more we coupled, each one ending in a crescendo of sound and a flood of our juices. I fell asleep finally, caressing my lovely daughter's hair as she lapped at my soft penis.

We awoke early the next morning, the sun was just peeking over the horizon as we untangled our bodies. "It's a sunny day Princess," I finally said, gently kissing her puffed lips.

"I'm glad I'll be wearing a veil," she said smiling, "I must look a mess."

"You're the most beautiful Princess in the world honey," I whispered.

"I guess we better get up," she sighed, "I've got a million things to do……."

"C'mon," I said, leading her toward the shower, "I'll soap your back; we want you clean for the big day."

Our soapy lathering ended with me lifting her off the floor; her ass cradled in my hands as I filled her again, her ecstatic cries softened by the water raining down on us.

We had dressed and breakfasted by the time Barbara and Naomi arrived, coming to pick up Sam on their way to the hairdressers.

Before leaving she hugged and kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "I think the beautiful Princess, in fact I'm sure Princess Samantha will always want to visit the big King and have him tell her a goodnight story. Do you think the King will want to tell the Princess any more stories Daddy?" she asked, her hot tongue probing into my ear wetly before she turned away smiling…………………..……

……………..………As I sat remembering last night, aware of Barb and Naomi across from me, I wondered how we'd all work it out, whether I could somehow please these three girls I loved…

"Earth to Mister Ross, Earth to Mister Ross, helloooo!"

For the second time that night, Barb had had to bring be back to consciousness, but as soon as I saw the two smiling angels I smiled, and putting an arm around each said, "C'mon girls, lets go home and fuck."

They attacked me as soon as we got home, struggling to tear my clothes off my back as we moved up the stairs. Impatient with their wild grappling, I grabbed each of them and threw them shrieking over my shoulders. After throwing them down on my king size bed, I stripped quickly and as I approached them I could see the voracious hunger in both their eyes. "Show me your pussies," I growled, brandishing my big cock like a club, and leapt among them.

Their beautiful gowns discarded like rags, for minutes we rolled wildly over the bed, our naked limbs curled impossibly around the other, our tongues and hands roving relentlessly. Urgently, I grabbed Babs, I knew I couldn't wait any longer to penetrate a hot cunt, but was stopped by Naomi saying, "Me first Mr. R, please, please fuck me first!"

Without a thought I pushed her on her back and pulling her knees apart roughly, fell on her, penetrating her in one smashing thrust.

"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW, ……..ooooohhhh nooooooo……..," Naomi roared, a howl of pain echoing through the room.

Immediately I knew the cause, "My God Naomi, you're a virgin, shit, why didn't you say anything?" I demanded, pulling backwards from her centre.

"No Mr. R, don't stop," Naomi groaned, wrapping her legs around my back, not letting me withdraw.

"What, she's no virgin, are you two crazy?" Babs interjected. "Christ she's had sex with lots of guys Mr. R." But as she looked she saw the trickle of blood slide from Naomi, dripping slowly over my balls onto the sheets. "But," she babbled, clearly unbelieving, "you told us you had……"

"Shut up Babs, I'll explain la……..aaaaaahhh…..later, please Mr. R, fuck me, fuck your little Naomi……….oohhhh shit……," she finished as another deep thrust pinned her to the bed.

I knew I had hurt her, knew that I hadn't prepared her properly for my huge prick but still pounded on; knowing only the release of my sperm deep within her would satisfy her. It was only on the last few of my strokes that I felt her respond, her hips rising to meet me as little cries of pleasure started to mix in with her groans of protest. Finally coming, each spasm that started deep inside me delivered my rich, creamy seed to her welcoming cunt and I knew without the slightest doubt that I was delivering my baby into Naomi's welcoming womb.

Even Babs was struck almost dumb as Naomi and I lay panting, her only sounds, "But…….but you said……..but we all thought…….,"

Leaning over me Naomi took Barbara's head in her hands and kissed her friend deeply. "I love you Barb, so much, gosh, both you and Sam, but I didn't want to tell you."

"But what about Bobby, or Dick, and Johnny?" asked the still confused blond.

"I lied, I was waiting."

"For what Naomi, for what? Christ, wait til Sam hears about this…….Oh shit, I can't even tell her about this, she's on her fucking honeymoon."

"I was waiting for Mr. R. I wanted him to be my first, I always did, ever since I was sixteen," she admitted proudly. "It's always been you Mr. R."

"I'm glad sweetie," I said, as I gently caressed her, "And I promise that next time you're going to enjoy it more."

"I don't think I can tonight Sir, I'm pretty sore, but if…"

"On no Naomi, not tonight sweetie. We're going to let you heal up and then you and I are going to spend a night together so good, so long, so"

"What about me," interrupted Barb, a whine in her voice, "Doesn't anyone care about little old me?"

"Don't you worry, my little Barb, ever since you flashed your pink slit at me by the pool I've been planning on filling it." Moving between her legs, my mouth just inches from her already distended lower lips, I added, "First my sweet little Babs, I'm going to eat you out until you're squealing in delight, writhing in ecstasy under my tongue, and then I'm going to put the biggest prick you've ever dreamed of in you and fuck you until your screams are bouncing off the walls," I finished.

"Promises, promises," the sly vixen challenged, but I could see the anticipation in her eyes and I felt a huge tremor spasm through her body the second my tongue touched her blood filled clitoris. There's something about a blond pussy, it always seems to look better and taste better than any other and I delighted in her, slowly bringing her to orgasm with my mouth.

As I had guessed, Barbara was a noisy lover, and I could anticipate every of her needs just by listening to her sounds. As I heard her yips of pleasure turn to the deep guttural groans of an approaching orgasm, I moved up her body, and holding her wrists firmly above her head, I thrust fully into her wet sheath as my tongue curled into her mouth.

It only took three profound pumps of my penis to free the first spasms of what I knew would be many orgasms for Barb that night; I was maddened by an incredible lust, a lust I knew I had been ignited by my baby's marriage and my taking of the virgin innocent. I was like an insatiable bull for the next hour, rutting again and again in Barbara's hot hole, drenching her insides with my sperm.

Finally we separated and we all lay back in the bed, my arms curled reassuringly around each girl. "Is that normal sir?" Naomi asked shyly, "I didn't know…. I mean when you and Sam talked about it Babs…..I didn't understand….I mean"

"That wasn't normal," panted Barb. "I knew it though Mr. R, I just knew you were different. Fuck, I hope you made me pregnant; Gosh, I want to have a baby so bad."

"What about Donny?" I asked, my fingers lightly curling through her hair.

"We both want one. I think its one of the only reasons he agrees to sleeping with me so often. But it's been almost a year and I'm still not pregnant. Would you like me to have your baby sir?" she teased, and then licked my nipple and asked, "Would you like to suck your baby's milk from my full breasts?"

"I'd like to suck your beautiful tits anytime," I answered, and grasping a firm orb in each hand, I took a fat, erect nipple between my teeth and sucked hungrily as I kneaded her. And then I turned to Naomi and grasping the back of her head in one hand, said, "So my little virgin, have you ever sucked a fat cock?"

"I haven't even licked a small one," she giggled. "But I've been practicing with bananas Sir," she added sheepishly, "I thought you might like me to suck you."

"A banana!" snorted Barb, "God Naomi, you are a little slut, even if you were a virgin. I can just see you," she said, shaking her head in disbelief, "sitting in your room sucking a banana and pretending its Mr. Ross. How big a banana can you swallow anyway," she ended, as the three of us burst out in gales of laughter.

"I'll show you," she promised, and turned and lowered her wet mouth onto my soft prick. As she sucked and licked I lifted her over me, moving her hairy bush over my face. Red haired Irish girls taste good too, I found, and I soon had her quivering on my tongue as I grew large in her mouth. Whatever system she had used, somehow this virgin had learned to deep throat a large man and I was soon filling her mouth with my thick sauce.

"Fucking hell Naomi, you're going to have to teach me that banana trick," gasped Barb, and she licked her lips when Naomi turned towards her, my cum dripping thickly down her chin. "Let me help you," she offered, as her tongue flicked out to capture a string of cum, and after swallowing she kissed her friend deeply and hungrily…….

As the sun rose that morning the girls were discussing my darling Samantha. "I wonder how she's doing with Jimmy," Barbs asked. "I sure hope he's not too weird."

"What do you mean," I asked, suddenly interested.

"I don't know Mr. R, but he's a bit different. Sam said a few things, I know she likes sleeping with him and all, it's just that I sense something about him, I don't know….."

"God, she's going to kill us," Naomi suddenly interjected. "We agreed sir," she told me, "That we'd wait for her to come home before we….." But then noticing a contented smirk on my face, said "Why are you smiling? You didn't do…….no, she would have said……you didn't do anything did you sir?"

"Last night!" shouted Barb, "I'll bet you two slept together last night. Stop smiling like that Mr. R, we want all the details."

I sent the two home disappointed, my only comment being, "You'll have to wait til Samantha returns girls," but not before arranging their next visit……