Best Prank Ever

June and I always had a very healthy sex life. One advantage of getting married when you are young and dumb is that your libido will still be thriving when 18 years later your kid is getting ready to leave for college and make you an empty nester. Once Milly was gone there would be nothing to keep us from fucking at full volume anywhere we pleased.

Our house, while very nice, was certainly no palace and by a cruel trick of the designer, the bedrooms were adjacent to one another. Those nights when Milly was home and the urge hit, I knew it would be the routine of muffled and quick missionary. June loved to try to push those nights further, but I held her in check for the sake of our poor daughter. I imagined her horror if she heard her parents climaxing just a thin wall away.

Even with my boundaries in place, there was still an awkward morning or two where it was clear Milly had heard us. Milly would make a comment about a "rough night," or some mock surprise that mom could walk straight in the morning. My wife always took these as a teasing challenge and would do nothing to dissuade our daughter from thinking we had been fucking the night before. I worried more that Milly seemed upset.

It was the end of March, which meant much of our time was spent helping Milly deal with college rejection anxiety. She had applied broadly, so every other day there was a new either crushing or jubilant letter. Thankfully, she had a few safety schools in the bag, but was still holding out for her top choice. Many of her friends were going out of state, so she had it in her mind that she should as well. Eventually Milly got accepted into the college she wanted and we were met with the bitter-sweet reality of her moving away.

Milly was our only child and as such got all of our attention and affection. She was an incredible girl who was just as beautiful as her mother. I loved their fiery red hair and green eyes. Those were the two features that first drew my attention to her mother, so I was hoping they would serve Milly just as well. Milly was very close with her mother and shared almost everything with her. I could often find them on the couch talking about everything under the sun. Sometimes they seemed like little conspirators, leaving me as the victim to whatever scheme they had. I had not won an argument in that house for years. Their relationship made me genuinely happy though. Milly and I did enjoy a good relationship, but I knew I kept her at an arms length. I didn't know why, just that I did.

Maybe it was just harder for a dad to see his daughter grow up to become a woman. To my annoyance, it was not tough at all for my other dad friends to watch Milly grow up. I was not at all blind to their leering. As much as I wanted to be a cool parent, I couldn't help police her a bit. 'No, it's probably not a good idea to wear that swimsuit to swim at Jenny's house with her dad upstairs peering through the blinds.' Or, 'Tell me more about how you ended up as the only girl getting a ride home from Coach Johnson after a late practice?' I probably didn't have anything to worry about, but I couldn't help it. It was my job.

That beings said, having a young girl in the house had its drawbacks. On nights like the night when we celebrated her college acceptance I was maybe most irritated. I just wanted to be able to get home and fuck my wife anywhere I pleased. We loved our girl dearly, but I was excited to get my house back.

A week later, as one month rolled into the next, I remember being excited as I turned off the lights to head up for bed upstairs. I hoped that tonight might be a sample of what it would be like once Milly was gone. She was tucked safely away sleeping over at a friend's house and I planned on grabbing June wherever she may be and fucking her on the spot.

As I walked up I noticed the lights in Milly's room were still on. I took a step in to turn it off and was greeted by the site of June laying in Milly's bed wearing one of our daughter's old cheerleading uniforms. She looked so innocent and frightened, with her red hair in pigtails sticking out of the sides of her head. She looked almost like a 90s caricature of a cheerleader.

"Oh daddy! I heard a noise downstairs, can you come and make me feel safe?" June said in a coquettish voice.

I clicked into my role with excitement. For obvious reasons this room had been off limits, but I guess it was fair game now? That outfit though had always been in good use. The scared cheerleader was a familiar game we got to play when Milly was gone for the night.

"It's OK darling, Daddy is here." I stepped further in the room and closed the door, out of habit.

June shot a little frown, then softened it to stay in character. "No, daddy. Keep the door open. We want to be able to hear if the noise is back. Pleeease."

I obliged with a smile and opened the door again. I sat in bed with June and gave her a look over. At 36, her body was still incredibly tight. She had long, tan legs that looked perfectly framed in the light green frilled cheer skirt. I knew under that skirt hid the most delectable pussy topped with a small red landing strip. June took her body seriously and spent several days of the week in the gym. Growing up she was naturally thick so she made sure to tone herself without losing any of her fine assets.

She lay on the bed, holding one of Milly's stuffed bears, knees a bit curled into herself. I ran my hand over her legs and beckoned her over with a nudge of my head. "Why don't you come and sit on daddy's lap so you feel safe."

June smiled and did as I asked, making a little show of puffing out the skirt as she settled into my lap. I had the briefest flash of her panty-less ass. June ground a bit down into me as if trying to find a comfortable spot and I put my hands around her trim waist. I was then greeted by her intoxicating floral smell. All these years and I still had no idea how she smelled so good. Shampoo? Lotion? Hair product? No clue.

June continued to shift and shimmy.

"You OK baby?" I asked, enjoying the feeling of her grinding my cock.

"No, daddy. Your work pants are so stiff and hurting me." She did a half turn of her body and looked back at me without taking pressure off my dick. Through a pout she asked, "Is there anything you can do to make it better?"

"Of course," I said, as I gently gave her a nudge to stand while I stripped my pants and boxer briefs off. My semi-ridged cock leaped into view. June loved my cock, and had told me in the past watching it "spring" into action was one of her favorite things.

June gave a mocked gasp and raised her hand to her mouth. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, seeming startled and confused. "That must have been what was so uncomfortable. It's so big! How do you keep it all in your pants?"

I gave a small smile. Part of the game was just how naive and dumb this cheerleader daughter was. Born sexy, yesterday.

"Why don't you take a closer look? It gets even bigger!" I said through a chuckle.

June obediently got on her knees and moved her face up close to my growing cock. "Wow," she exclaimed, as if she had never seen a hard-on before. "Why is it getting so big?!"

"Because of you, sweet girl. All that pressure from your ass made it happy."

She looked pleased. "Really, me? I made it happy?"

"Yes, baby. Why don't you hold it to make it even happier," I suggested.

Tiff- I mean June (not the first time this outfit made me confuse the two) obeyed and grasped my shaft with gentle hands and gave my cock a small stroke. She smiled with wonderment and continued to stroke while I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling.

"What's this!" She exclaimed excitedly.

I looked down as she was bringing her tongue forward to lick a dab of pre-cum leaking from my tip. "How does it taste?" I asked.

"Mmmm. It's good. Can I make more?"

"You can make a bunch. But make sure to catch it all. Why don't you put the whole thing in your mouth?"

"Yes, daddy," she said. The words alone gave a jolt to my cock which was amplified by her taking me in and swirling her tongue around. June couldn't help drop the act a bit and began expertly bopping up and down on my cock.

I again closed my eyes in reverie and put my hand on the back of her head to give some guidance -- not that she needed it. What a cocksucker my wife was. She still had it.

She took my cock from her mouth with a loud pop sound. "Mmmm, thank you daddy. I got so distracted by your big dick, I completely forgot about the noise! I feel so safe with you."

I smiled back at her. Such a weird feeling to be playing this game in this room. How many times had I helped my actual daughter keep the "scaries" away- albeit not with my cock. There was a tiny part of me that wondered if I shouldn't feel a tad bit guilty for enjoying this game so much. A very, very tiny part. June had always been adventurous with role playing and trying new things. I'd been her daddy, her son, her twin brother, her uncle, her teacher, her priest, and even her grandfather.

"Daddy? Since you made me feel so safe and good, can we try a new game I think you'll like?"

"Of course, baby, anything you want," I said. This was a dangerous thing to say to my adventurous wife. I knew there was a strap-on in the back of our closet she had bought ages ago and still hadn't broken out of the packaging. I wasn't sure if I was quite ready for that level of adventure yet.

June smiled and got off her knees to retrieve something that she had secreted behind Milly's pillow. To my relief she pulled out a silky looking blindfold. 'Wow,' I thought, 'she really came prepared.'

She hopped in front of me excitedly, keeping up the act of a silly cheerleader. "No peeking," she said as she slipped it on. Right before it shielded my eyes completely though, she gave another half serious pout. "I mean it! No peeking!" She placed one hand to cup my balls in both an enticing and seductive way. Either way she meant it, I got the hint.

"Of course, baby. Pinky swear." I offered her my pinky and she smiled as she released me and wrapped her pinky around mine.

We shook pinkies and she secured the blindfold in place. It was snug and obstructed my view completely. I heard June stand and walk over to the desk in the room and click a few buttons. Our daughter's old CD player came to life and the room was filled with cheesy girly pop music. Years of hearing this stuff being blasted through the walls when our daughter was growing up suddenly came back to me. June was really setting the stage. It dawned on me as well that we had no chance of hearing if anyone came home. I was beyond raising any objections that might stop this fun though.

It didn't take long for me to feel June's hands on my knees as she got herself back in position. She ran her hands up and down my legs as a massage before bringing them to my dick. She ran her fingers up and down my shaft, as if exploring it for the first time. June was savoring the moment as she traced her soft fingers around my sensitive cockhead. I loved the feeling but wanted badly to be back in her mouth.

"Baby, you might miss some of that tasty juice if you don't get it back in your mouth," I implored. She giggled in a girlish way and I felt the warmth of her mouth envelop me once again. This time she went straight to sucking without the tongue play. I loved when she would release my dick then lick the shaft, as if she really was hungry for my cum. She gave seductive moans as she went about her work.

I felt her stand up and I heard the sound of something slick and wet. "Mmm daddy. You taste so good. How about me?"

I felt her fingers grace my lips and I snaked my tongue around them. She tasted sweet with the tiniest of tang today. "Mmmm, you are delicious baby. You are such a big girl now." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her in to stand between my legs. I kissed her deep as I ran my hands under the cheerleader skirt and found her slit. I wasted no time and probed into her causing her to give a little whimper. As I couldn't see, I could only imagine June's face was contorted with aching pleasure.

She kissed me deep and pushed me a bit with her head to release from me and step away.

"Where are you going. Daddy wasn't done tasting you." I licked her essence from my fingers.

In response June's ass lowered onto my lap. The feel of her frilly skirt as it swished on my legs tickled a bit but did nothing to distract from the feeling of her now soaking pussy as it rubbed my cockshaft.

"You like it daddy?" I heard her say over my obvious moans.

"You know I do, baby girl. Can't you feel how much I like it," I said as I gave a little thrust of my hip to shove my rock hard dick against her? The warmth of her wetness was thrilling and June gave a leap and yelp as if surprised by my move, but then settled even harder down on me and ground herself against me. It was like I awoke a hunger in her and she needed to feel more of me. I put my hands on her hips and groped her thick thighs. I am not sure if it was the lack of vision that was changing my senses, but her thighs felt softer and smoother than I had noticed in the past.

"Fuck baby, you feel good," I moaned in her ear and she continued to grind against me, her head back against the side of my own. She worked herself against me and I had to imagine she was loving the feeling of me sliding up and down her pussy without delving in. I let my hands roam from her thighs and up to under her sweater where she was wearing nothing else. Again, I was amazed at how much more attuned I must have been without sight. Her tits felt firmer than I had remembered. I've always loved her tits, but even I had to admit that they had sagged a bit as she got older. It created a somehow different allure. I could spend forever sucking and groping her mounds.

"Come here little girl," I commanded as I turned her body so we were facing each other. I lifted her sweater and buried my face in her, sucking liberally at her nipples. She groaned loudly and I heard her say, "Yes, daddy. Like that." I sucked and bit at her nipples and breasts while groping her body all over. She felt incredible and I couldn't take it any longer.

"Daddy needs to be in you baby. I need it now," I moaned in her ear and let one finger play around her asshole. June loved to have her rim fondled and I knew it would get her going. I had to cum in her so badly.

June's body paused, as if she had to think about it for a bit. I could feel her quivering on my lap and imagined her soaking my thighs.

"I can feel how ready you are baby. Let daddy in." I pressed more firmly on her asshole.

"Fuck me daddy," I heard after a moment. I needed no further instruction as I lifted her to place her on her stomach at the edge of the bed. I grabbed my shaft and shoved it into her waiting pussy. While I plunged myself hard and deep into her, the feeling of her warmth surrounding my cock was intoxicating. I felt ravenous as I held her waist to drive every inch of me into her. I bucked my hips and used my strength to really pull her in with each thrust to fuck her thoroughly.

She whimpered in a small voice barely able to get out. "Yes, daddy. Oh yes, daddy."

I felt almost out of control as I fucked her with abandon. I kept a hard and steady pace, not bothering to go gently. She may be playing a dumb young girl, but June could take all I could give her. I changed pace a bit and flipped her over, allowing her back to hit the bed. I tried to keep a hand on her at all times so as not to lose her for too long without sight. I knew exactly where to go with my needy dick. I continued my pounding and could hear her moans of appreciation. I wished I could see her face and watch her tits bounce with each trust, but on the other hand, the focus my blindness brought gave a new feeling to a woman I had fucked for years. It felt like we were fucking for the first time.

I held up both her legs straight in the air which I knew put June in just the right position for my dick to get at all the right spots. She again yelped and moaned, but somehow her grunts were muffled. Maybe she had a pillow or stuffed animal in her mouth to quiet down. No need for that since we were home alone.

As I fucked away, I suddenly felt hands traveling up and down my arms and holding onto my hands. They then moved to stroke my face. How was she reaching up to me from down there? Those hands started to lift the blindfold off of my eyes as I pounded harder and harder into the yelping June---

My eyes took a bit to adjust to the light, but I didn't let up pace and fucked hard. My lust was more in control than my mind as I looked down to see the face of my daughter Milly obscured mostly by my wife's pussy. It wasn't some stuffed animal that had been muffling her moans but June. Milly's tan skin was flushed red with desire, her cheerleader skirt bunched up to her midriff and her sweater pulled up to reveal her perky, perfect tits. She was hungrily licking at June's clit, much to her mother's pleasure. June was keeping herself hovering above her daughter's face, causing the toned muscles in her legs and abs to pop. Two perfect women were in front of me, bare and sticky with lust.

"Milly?" I said in confusion, slowing, but not stopping my thrusts. There was no way even the surprising sight of my daughter could stop my cock.

She stopped lapping at June and looked between my wife's legs to see me holding hers up. There was a sheen of wetness on her chin, and her eyes were hooded as if intoxicated by desire. "Don't stop daddy. Just keep going," she urged. She moved her own hips in desperation as if to force me to fuck her further. "I'm so close it hurts daddy. Please." Her face and voice were pleading.

Seeing her painfully desirous expression and being almost completely lost to lust myself, I pushed all questions away. I looked up at my wife who was smiling a wicked grin at me. She waved her pussy in front of our daughter's face while fondling her own breasts. I knew they had planned this, but I was too lost to my lust to think beyond that. June swung her leg over Milly and moved to lay next to her. She began to give encouraging strokes and licks to Milly's body, while keeping one hand on her own clit.

They were all together on this. They wanted it and loved it. There was no reason to stop now.

I grabbed my girl's ankles to spread her a bit. I looked down to take in her beautiful body. So much the same as my wife's, but just a bit softer and youthful. Her thighs were thick and alluring and tits stood firm. Her hair was splayed on the bed, mixing with her mother's whose was just a shade lighter. I refocused and I drove into her with my full length, her tits bounced and her muscles tensed. She brought a hand to her clit and began furiously rubbing herself. "Harder, daddy. I need it harder."

'Daddy.' Hearing it now and knowing it was for real, not some play between partners, gave a new intensity to the sex. I pumped into her, wanting to show my strength. This is why it all felt new and different. June knew how hard I could fuck, but I'd make sure Milly learned it well tonight. I could feel her body tightening around me. I was close and so was she.

"Yes, yes!" she screamed.

"Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy," I urged her. As she climaxed, the pressure was too much for me and I felt bolts and waves of pleasure pulse through me, almost as if the pleasure itself was pushing my cum deep into my daughter. I felt deaf to the world, but knew the room must have been filled with guttural moans of love.

I collapsed onto Milly, feeling utterly drained and barely in control of my faculties. I felt her small body underneath mine breathing steadily as her hands lazily played on my back.

In my ear, I heard the almost devilish voice of my wife say, "April Fools, babe."

I flopped off my little girl and lay beside her, catching my own breath. The three of us an exhausted mess on the bed.

"What the fuck was that?!" I exclaimed, though there was not an ounce of anger in my voice.

Milly snuggled into my chest a bit and looked up to me. "Don't blame mommy, dad. It was my idea. I've wanted this for so long and couldn't stand the idea of going off to school without finally letting you have me. So I suggested we play a little April Fools prank on you."

On my other side, June reached up to stroke my face and gave me a smile. "Surprise!" she said with a little laugh.

That experience was too shocking and amazing to think twice about. All I could do is let out a contented sigh. "My cheeky girls. Please never stop surprising me."

I heard a little jingling from my wife's side of the bed. She held up the strap-on from the back of the closet. "Oh, you know I'll never stop surprising you."