“Amanda, what are you doing?” Jim stared at the sight of his cum on his daughter’s chin.

​ “Showing you I love you, Dad.”

He went to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. He opened the door, and Mandi sat on the bed naked.

​ “I love you, Daddy.”

​ “Get out of my room and put some clothes on.”

She sat for a moment, her mouth opening and then closing. With a sigh, she left. After his shower, he dressed and found her on the computer.

​ “Mandi.” She ignored him. “Amanda.”

She turned, her eyes filled with emotion. “I need you, Daddy.”

​ “Not that way, young lady,” he responded, shifting to what Mandi always called “navy mode.”

​ “I want to learn to be a woman from you.”

​ “It cannot happen again. You are my daughter.”

​ “Then you want me to have sex with someone else who finds me desirable.” She turned back to the computer.

Jim stood mute, not knowing what to say.

​ “I’m going to have sex. I’ll find someone who will fuck me.” Her words fell into an empty room.

* * *

Despite it being a holiday Friday, Jim found himself at his office on the naval station, staring at the work he thought he could get done. He knew he was losing his daughter, and the only way to keep her was immoral. It was late when he came home to an empty house. Mandi came home around midnight. She wore a tube top and shorts that were several sizes too small, and her hair was a mess; her makeup was smeared.  

​ “What? Where?” Jim was filled with concern for his youngest child.

She tried to be defiant. “I told you I want sex. Your precious little girl spent the night sucking cocks. Does that make you happy, DADDY?” Mandi practically screamed at him. "Don't pretend to be the loving father! This could have been you and me!"

She tried to reach the privacy of her room, but he saw the tears as she rushed by. Mandi felt sick. She had sucked off strangers, three of them, none of whom had been gentle. Mandi brushed her teeth, took a shower, brushed her teeth again, and gargled, then did it all again. She just didn’t feel CLEAN. Mandi went to bed but didn’t sleep well. She got out of bed, went to the kitchen, and made toast. Jim found her at the counter. She turned and stared.

​ “Say it.”

He looked perplexed. “What?”

​ “Slut.” It’s what you are thinking. “My daughter, the whore.”

He folded her into his arms. “Never.”

​ “But I am, Daddy. I’m a slut. I want to be YOUR slut.”

His cock betrayed him, twitching to life. “Amanda, you are my daughter. I can’t–”

​ “You WON’T,” she interrupted.

​ “It’s wrong.”

​ “Is it wrong when you jerk off thinking about me?” her tear-streaked face turned up at him.

“Is it okay for me to hear you say my name as you jerk off?” Her hand felt his hardening cock.

“I won’t say a word.” She tried to smile. “You can use me any way you want.”

He tried to pull away. She sent one more shot. “You would rather I go to a park and fuck strangers in the bathroom? Do you want me to tell you how I sucked three guys there?” She slipped away and went to her room.

* * *

It was afternoon when she came out, wearing a tube top that showed off her nipples and skin-tight Lycra shorts.

​ “Where do you think you are going, young lady?”

​ “To get laid, since you won’t do it.”

​Jim sighed. “You are not leaving the house.”

Furious, Mandi went to her room. Instead of slamming the door, she left it open. She stripped and lay on her bed. Frustrated, she reached for her vibrator. She began masturbating, moaning loudly. She was beating her pussy with the toy, and her cries filled the room.

​ “Yes, Daddy! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it good and hard!”

Jim heard every word until he picked up his keys and left. When he came back, she was in the living room naked.

​ “Put clothes on.”

​ “No.”

​ “Now, Amanda.”

​ “Not till you fuck me.”

It went like that hour after hour until Jim gave up, slammed four drinks, and went to bed.

* * *

Mandi waited for about an hour, then tried the bedroom door. It opened silently. Her father was lying on the covers, wearing pajama bottoms. Mandi could see his cock was semi-erect.

He looked when she climbed into the bed. She saw the guilt and the desire.

“I’m giving you my virginity, Daddy, please?”

He moaned as she pulled his cock out through the fly.  

“Fuck, Baby,” he moaned.

“That’s my plan.”

His cock responded to her touch and to her mouth as she got it wet. It needed no lube, though. She was already wet for him. She straddled him and sank down on it. “Oh Fuuuck,” she moaned. Any resistance he may have had sober was gone.

“Baby,” he groaned as his hands found her B-cup tits. He slid his hand up and down her body as she bit her lip and forced him deeper than any toy had gone.

His hands grabbed her hips and yanked her down as his hips thrust up. His cock was slamming against her cervix. Mandi was crying, partly from the pain of his massive cock molding her cunt to accommodate him, but mostly from joy.

​ “Fuck, Amanda,” Jim slurred. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest.

​ “Gonna cum, Daddy gonna cum on your cock.” She panted, her hips erratic. “Fill me, Daddy, fill me with your cum.”

Mandi’s pussy, already tight around his cock, spasmed, the gripping and releasing of her muscles sending Jim over the edge. He began to cum, flooding his girl with sperm.  She collapsed on him, and Jim passed out.

* * *

Mandi woke first, the memory of the night coming back to her. She was snuggled against him. She moved and kissed him. Her tongue woke him up.

“You made me a real woman. Thank you, Daddy.” Her hand stroked him hard.

​ “Amanda, please.”

​ “You can’t undo what is done, Daddy. Make love to me again.”

Guilt washed away as she pumped his cock. He rolled on top of her.  

“You are so much like your mother.”

​ “Then pretend I’m her.” Her hand guided him to her no longer virgin quim. She wasn’t as ready as she had been the first time, and there was resistance to his intruding cock. She winced, and he started to withdraw.

​ “No, just go slow… Jim.”

He sank deep into her, feeling the head of his cock bump the back of her pussy. He felt her pussy clutch at him, lubricating fluids forming around him. She was incredibly tight, and her pussy felt hotter than the sun. She pulled herself up by pulling on his shoulders, seeking a kiss. Any shred of resistance fell away as her lips and tongue found his.  

Mandi was on cloud nine. This was everything she wanted, her father making love to her, making her his, which she always had been. Her heart felt like it would burst; she was so ecstatic.

He tried to go slow, but the desire to truly make her his was too strong; he fucked her harder and harder. She no longer moaned; she was screaming with her pleasure. He made her cum, the teenage pussy threatening to break his cock off. He kept fucking her deeply; she was close again, her eyes flew open.

​ “Cum in me, Dad. Cum inside me,” she begged.

A hard thrust and rope after rope of his cum flooded her again, squirting out around his cock. He held her for a few minutes, then got up, stripping off cum soaked pajamas. Mandi followed him into the shower. They used the entire water tank, soaping each other, kissing, and caressing.

Dried, he put on boxer shorts and reached for trousers.

​ “No, Daddy. I know you won’t go naked, but all you get are boxers.” She put on one of his shirts.

​ “Hey,” he protested.

​ “You expect me to fry breakfast and get oil splatter on these?” She squeezed her tits.

True to her word, she scampered into the kitchen, turned on the oven, prepared a package of biscuits, and began making bacon, sausage, and omelets, with cheese for her and peppers and bacon for him. 30 minutes later, she had set the table, plated the food, and poured juice. Jim contributed by making coffee the Navy way, with a dash of salt.

​ “You are spoiling me,” Jim said as he finished his breakfast.

​Mandi beamed. “You spoiled me this morning. I hope you spoil me a lot more, at least until I have to share you.”

​ “You mean your mother.”

Mandi snorted. “No. I know when she is in town, we can’t do it. I meant sharing you with Jess.”

​ “Excuse me?”

​ “Please, Dad, unless you are blind, you have to know Jess wants you even more than I do. And Anne will want to just because I have.”

​ “You make me sound like a man-whore.”

Mandi circled the table. “I won’t complain if you refuse them. As long as I get you inside me.” She sat on his leg and kissed him.

* * *

They stayed inside the entire day. Mandi was insatiable. Jim tried to watch a ball game, but Mandi made him take his cock out. As the Braves slowly lost, Mandi sucked on his cock like a child with a Tootsie Pop. She would deep-throat him, but mostly just kept his head in her mouth, sucking while slowly stroking his wet rod with her hand. She became fascinated by the twitching whenever she licked the frenulum of his cockhead.

​ “Fuck.” He came, gobs of cum coating her face.

She sucked the head, drawing the last drops out, then licked him clean. She sat back, letting his cum drip from her face to her tits.

​ “Yummy, Daddy.”

Her phone buzzed.

​ “Anne is coming home.”

​ “You know your fun stops.”

​ “She knows, Dad. She knew I was going to have you if you wanted me or not. Tonight I’m sleeping in your bed. The only question is, are you fucking her today, too?”

Jim’s cock twitched at the thought of fucking both of his girls, his stance on incest long gone.  

Anne and Jess arrived a half-hour later. Jim had put on a t-shirt and shorts. Mandi kept the shirt, and at her father’s insistence, washed her face to remove his cum and slipped on panties.

Anne bustled through the door, hugging her father, then her sister. Jess followed, wearing a micro-bikini top and cotton shorts that looked like they could fall off any moment. Jess hugged Mandi and whispered,

​ “You are on about eating me.”

She turned to Jim. She swayed towards him, arms extended for a hug. His arms went around her, and she reached back, moving his hand to her ass. She raised her lips to his.

“It’s Vegas here today. What happens stays here.” She let him go and started for Anne’s bedroom, the bikini top and shorts trailing behind. Jim chickened out and headed to the garage.

​​ “Well?” Anne asked, turning to Mandi.

​ “We had sex twice, and I sucked him off just before you texted.”

​ “Then we have nothing better to do…” Anne kissed her little sister. They went to her room, where Jess was already masturbating.

Anne slid Mandi’s panties down. She slowly started to kiss and lick. The sisters laughed, and Anne probed Mandi’s pussy with a long, manicured finger.

​ “Hmm. You are not as tight as I remember.”

​ “Told you he’s big. He stretched me out.” Mandi sighed, both from the memory and from Anne’s manipulation.

Jess perked up. “You FUCKED him?”

Anne probed her sister deeply, adding a second finger. Mandi writhed on the bed, moaning. Anne got her to the edge and held her there. Mandi could not believe that sex could be so good, and that she had missed out waiting until seventeen.

Anne drove her fingers deeper, spreading them as she pulled them out. Mandi came hard, her eyes locked on Anne’s. “Oh, shit, Anne. Daddy CAME in me.”

Anne hugged her little sister. “It means nothing.”

Mandi looked at her sister with a tortured look. “I’m not on the pill! I might be PREGNANT,” she hissed.

Anne shook her head. ​ “We’ll get you Plan B tomorrow. It will be fine. Then Planned Parenthood will get you on the pill. You can even be his cum dump tonight. Tomorrow, he has to use rubbers.”

Jess joined the party, squatting over Mandi’s head. ​​

“Hey, Mandi, here it is…” Jess pulled her pussy lips.

“Lie back so I can do you right.”

Jess flopped on the bed, legs wide. Mandi scrambled between her thighs, licking deep, bottom to top, before she slid two fingers into the busty blonde. Mandi alternated licking, fingering, and pulling on Jess’ lips with her teeth. Jess really got off on Mandi gently dragging her teeth across her clit. Twice, she was on the edge, then Mandi did something else, preventing the orgasm Jess wanted. At one point, Jess reached down to rub her clit, and Mandi bit her finger.

“You cum when I say,” she growled.

Mandi was sawing two fingers in and out of Jess, changing the angle every few strokes. She lapped all around Jess’s clit, but avoided touching the sensitive nub. Turning her gaze upwards to Jess, she found Anne’s eyes were returning her own stare.

​ “Damn.” Jess moaned as she kissed Anne. “Your sister knows how to eat pussy.”

Anne just moaned as she rubbed her clit.

Mandi came up for air. “Yummy cum, but I like Daddy’s better.”

Jess asked, “How many times?”

Mandi smiled. “Last night, this morning, and just before you guys got here, I sucked him off.”

​ “Shit, girl, your old man is a fucking stuuu–” Jess never finished it as Mandi sucked her clit into her mouth, scrubbing it with the tip of her tongue. Jess shook like she were being electrocuted. Her body bucked up and down on the bed, and she screamed out her orgasm. Going limp, she slowly recovered.

“We should think about dinner,” Anne said.

She got up and hauled Jess to her feet. “C’mon. Help me.”          

* * *  

Jim was lying in bed, eyes closed. He had heard the girls in Anne’s room. He didn’t hear the door open, and suddenly, Mandi snuggled up to him, and he opened his eyes. She stretched, and he gave her a tender kiss.

Jim looked down at his daughter. “I feel guilty.”

​ “I kinda forced you,” the teen whispered.

​ “It’s still cheating.”

​ “Mom won’t find out from me,” she craned her neck, her lips nearing his. ​ “Will you kiss me, Daddy?”

Jim bent to kiss her.

​ “Not there,” she took his hand and put it on her vagina. “There.”

Jim moved down between his daughter’s legs and lapped at her clit.

The door opened, and Anne peeked in, then withdrew, closing the door behind her. Neither lover noticed as Jim used fingers to pull Mandi’s pussy lips apart. He stuck his tongue deep into the girl’s cunt, making her moan and squirm. She pulled at her own breasts. The ball of fire was already forming.

​ “I love you, Daddy. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Jim withdrew his tongue and licked her from her tight ass pucker to her clit.  

“Oh, Daddieee,” she cried out. He took her clit in his lips and hummed, driving the 17-year-old wild. He slid his fingers inside her and drove deep while he licked and sucked all around. To Mandi, it felt as if she were coming apart. The ball of fire in her gut had expanded; she felt it in every nerve. She loved it when Anne licked her, but the subtle ways her father was loving her were driving her up the wall.

Maybe it was the rough fingers, the scratch of his beard, or just the knowledge that it was finally HIM loving her; every cell in her body was vibrating. She couldn’t help the sob of joy or the tears that ran down the sides of her face. Mandi pulled on her own nipples; it was like pulling the string on a party popper. She simply exploded; heat, electricity, and waves of pleasure burst from her nipples, her clit, and her heart. ​

“Daddy, I’m cumming!”  

She did a crunch, her pussy tightening around his fingers as she screamed. Her heart raced; she thought it would burst. Breathing was impossible, and every nerve fired, muscles contracting with one overriding thought in her mind: I LOVE YOU, DADDY. Her orgasm dissipated with waves of joy and tingling in her extremities. He gathered her in his arms and held her until her heart was beating normally. Her lips sought his, and she poured her heart into the kiss.

​ “I’m yours, Daddy. Forever yours.”

They rested for half an hour, then got up and showered. He put on a T-shirt with a strange-looking frog holding a trident on the back, and "SDVT 2 Little Creek" on the left breast. Mandi dug into his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. They went to the living room. ​Anne and Jess were on one end of the couch in workout shorts and bras. Mandi went into the kitchen and checked on the food.

Jess came in and kissed her. “You were so loud.”

“Is there another way to be?” she chewed on celery.

“Jess,” Mandi asked, “Is your dad hot?” Mandi asked as she stirred the pan.

​ “Not as hot as your dad.” She went to her bag and took out her phone, flipping through pics.

​ “Shit, Jess,” Mandi said as she looked at a family pic. “Your family is hot. Think your mom does girls?”

​Jess shrugged. “Well, your dad is hot. I want him.”  

​ “If I had two hot cocks at home, I wouldn’t need to look elsewhere,” Mandi said. ​

“Jason? Eww. He’s always perving on Anne and me.”

​ “Well, I need to hang out at your house. I wanna stay tomorrow night.”

“Fine by me,” Jess said.

Jess and Mandi served dinner, and the conversation was devoid...