Rebecca and John Pt. 05

Author's note: This is the fifth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca and Janie have a sleepover, and she crosses another line with her dad.

I strongly recommend reading the first four chapters before this.

The warning still applies that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. This time, there's some consensual clit torture in there too (there was a tiny bit of that in the last chapter as well, but not enough for me to bother you with a warning).

Don't blame me; it's not my fault that my characters are complete perverts!

I know it took me a little longer than usual to write this part, but it couldn't really be helped. I ended up having to rewrite the second half twice before it worked for me.

I'd like to thank you all once again for reading my scribblings - I'm so gratified that you're still with me.

Enjoy!

Friday Evening

The autumn darkness had just about fallen outside the house, and the brisk wind drove the pattering rain against the windows as Rebecca and Janie came downstairs for dinner. There was a delicious smell of home cooking on the air that made their mouths water.

"Ladies," John greeted them as he was laying out forks and knives by the plates. He and Rebecca often ate at the little table in the kitchen, but it was a bit on the small side when seating more than two, so they usually used the bigger one in the living room whenever they had guests over.

He was relieved - well, mostly relieved, if admittedly also ever-so-slightly disappointed - to see that the girls had put on a good deal more clothes than they'd been wearing when he last saw them a few minutes ago, although Rebecca's skirt and Janie's shorts both left plenty of skin visible on their smooth, shapely legs, Janie's pale complexion contrasting markedly with Rebecca's slight but perpetual tan; a trait which she'd inherited from him.

Not wanting any stray erections to complicate things right now, he tried to suppress the memory of the two practically naked teenage girls for the moment, although it wasn't easy - his daughter was just plain gorgeous, like a curvy young goddess, but there was no denying that Janie's lean and toned athlete's body was also a beautiful sight, standing there looking flushed and flustered with her blonde bob cut, her small perky breasts and slightly pink-tinged bald pussy on full display.

Realizing that he'd not exactly succeeded in refraining from thinking of what the girls looked like undressed, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand before his dick got any stupid ideas and made a unilateral decision to mobilize.

"Have a seat, it'll just be a couple of minutes," he said as he returned to the kitchen to see if the food was done.

Rebecca noticed that Janie seemed to be looking at her father a little differently. More thoughtfully, somehow. As he disappeared through the door, she looked back at her and flashed her a split-second knowing smile, as if to say nawt bad, girlfriend.

Rebecca blushed and looked down for a moment. When she looked up again as her father came back in, Janie looked no different than always, and she wondered if she'd just been imagining it.

"It just needs a little more time," John said, "sorry about the delay."

"No problem," Janie smiled, "we'll prolly survive fer a few more minnits."

"What do you want to drink?" John asked. "We've got three different kinds of soda, there's milk and bottled water in the fridge - "

"Haow 'bout a beer?" Janie asked with a hopeful smile.

He thought about that for a moment.

"Seein' as haow ya'v jest seen me bare-ass naked, I thought mebbe ya could at least buy me a drink aft'w'rds," she joked. "Ya know, jest so I don' feel all cheap an' stuff."

"Well, if such a simple gesture can save a lady's self-esteem, I can hardly refuse," he laughed. "Besides, it's not as if I'd expect Joe to have any complaints."

"Only if ya didn't offer me one," she quipped, grinning.

"Becca?" he asked.

"A beer would be nice, dad," she nodded, smiling.

He went into the kitchen again and came back with three cold ones, the bottles clinking softly against each other as he held them in one hand.

"I assume you won't need glasses for those," he said as he passed two of them to the girls.

"I heerd 'baout them glass thangs they's got 'n them beeg cities," Janie said slowly, deliberately exaggerating her drawl even more than usual and furrowing her brows in mock puzzlement, "but I'll be damned if I know whut'n the hell them's fow."

"I'll take that as a no," John laughed as he twisted the cap off his own bottle. "Cheers."

They just had time to take a swig, Janie smacking her lips appreciatively after the first taste, before the timer beeped in the kitchen.

"I'll get it," Rebecca offered and got up without waiting for a reply.

"Daddy's girl," Janie murmured with a smile, making John chuckle. Rebecca couldn't help smiling either.

*****

Dinner was, as always, delicious.

Janie in particular praised John's cooking to the clouds, helped by the fact that her home was woefully low on cooking skills. Her dad threw a mean barbecue, and her younger big brother had a simple but passable recipe for spaghetti with meatballs that he'd learned from an ex-girlfriend, but that was pretty much it - Janie herself often joked that she knew how to peel a banana, but would probably fuck up anything consisting of more than one ingredient - and during the cold months, her family subsided mostly on takeout and TV dinners.

The three of them were feeling pretty relaxed, their bellies full and halfway through their second beer when Rebecca started clearing the table.

"Ya gotta tell me haow ya managed ta tame 'er like that," Janie said to John with an impressed note in her voice, casting a sidelong glance at her friend. "I'd like ta try it aout on mah bruthers if ya kin gimme sum pointers. Or, if that dodn't work, mebbe I kin borrow 'er from time ta time."

"Not happening," Rebecca commented brightly over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen.

John chuckled at that, but didn't answer immediately.

"She's just a good girl," he said at length, looking lovingly at his daughter. Rebecca's cheeks flushed ever so slightly and she smiled, but she didn't say anything.

"Damn. That's two strikes fer mah bruthers, then," Janie said disappointedly, taking another swig from her beer before putting it down and getting up to help her friend. Rebecca and John both looked at her, a little surprised - she didn't usually do housework, at home or elsewhere.

"Whut?" she asked, shrugging. "I may nawt be good, but last time I check'd, I wuz a girl." She furrowed her brows and paused, pulling out the front of her shorts and looking down at her crotch for a second before nodding in confirmation and letting the waistband snap back into place. "Only one way ta find aout if that's enough."

John didn't see any indication that the slender blonde had been wearing panties underneath her shorts, but he tried to ignore that observation, chuckling and getting to his feet too, leaving his half-finished beer on the table.

"It's 2025," he sighed when they both looked at him questioningly. "It'd be hideously backwards of me to leave the cleaning to the womenfolk, wouldn't it?"

"A gen'l'man as well as a hunk," Janie murmured to herself. "Ya sure ya don' wanna marry me?" she asked him. "Naow, I may nawt be worth much 'raound the haouse, but ya seem ta have that cover'd anyways, and I'm a tot'l wildcat 'tween the sheets - "

"Still not in the market for a step mom," Rebecca called out from the kitchen.

"Sorry," John said to Janie, shrugging apologetically. "You heard the lady of the house."

"Mebbe we could com' up with sum sorta timeshare..." she began, undeterred, heading for the kitchen with her hands full of dirty dishes to discuss her very reasonable proposal with Rebecca.

*****

"So, are you girls up for a movie?" John asked as they stood in the kitchen after they were done cleaning up after dinner. "You know, unless you'd rather hang out without the old man cramping your style," he added with a grin.

Rebecca looked at Janie, obviously positive about the idea.

"Sure thang," Janie said with a smile. "Jest as lawng as it's light on the mushy stuff," she added, unwittingly paraphrasing Rebecca's comment from a few days earlier. Janie's taste in movies, like his daughter's, bore the distinct hallmarks of having grown up with only men around.

"No worries," John laughed, "I'll pick out something suitably manly."

"I'll make the popcorn," Rebecca offered, heading for the kitchen.

"And I'll jest hang aout, lookin' gorgeous," Janie added helpfully, feeling she had to contribute with something too.

A few minutes later, they gathered in front of the TV. John was on the couch and the two girls took their customary position on the floor in front of him, lying on their stomachs alongside each other, Rebecca on the left and Janie on her right, legs bending at the knees, toes in the air.

The movie was pretty dumb, a mid-budget action flick about... something. John would have problems recalling most of the details afterwards except for a few vague flashes of fireball explosions, improbable car crashes that always sent vehicles flying through the air, and an enormous pseudo-Russian guy having a fistfight perfectly undeterred by the fact that he had a knife stuck through his oversized bicep at the time.

He remembered the opening - your basic 'retired special forces guy enjoys the quiet life when his wife and daughter gets kidnapped' thing - but then Rebecca reached back to scratch idly at her thigh, spreading her legs a little in the process. And when she pulled her hand back, she accidentally - or maybe deliberately - managed to pull her skirt up a bit, revealing that she was still wearing those extremely naughty string panties underneath.

They didn't seem to have any panels at all and didn't really cover much of anything, framing her pretty pussy rather than hiding it. There was a tell-tale glistening around her entrance.

She didn't close her legs again. In fact, every time she squirmed around to adjust her position, she managed to open her thighs just a little bit more, and the skirt stayed hiked halfway up over the roundness of her bubble butt. John felt his cock slowly harden at the sight, and he was suddenly glad he was sitting down, and even more glad that he was out of their field of view.

Rebecca and Janie continually exchanged comments about the movie and occasionally threw popcorn or poked or pushed at each other as they always seemed to do.

After one such push from his daughter, Janie moved her right leg out to get leverage to push back, and her very loose shorts ended up falling so that they provided him with a look beyond them. His breath caught in his throat for a second as his earlier suspicion about her lack of underwear was confirmed. There were no panties to be seen there, just a clear, unobstructed view of the pinkish-white slit between her toned thighs.

He had absolutely no recollection of what happened on the screen beyond that point. He tried, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the two teenage girls lying before him, legs spread, their cute pussies on display.

Once, he almost managed to tear his eyes away to look at the screen instead, but then Rebecca reached back and, under the guise of having to straighten her skirt, let her middle finger slide slowly along her entrance before slipping it into herself for a short visit, her hips twitching slightly. Then she pulled her hand back, and he noticed that she surreptitiously licked it clean afterwards, pretending to do it because of the salt from the popcorn.

His daughter was so doing this on purpose. Bad girl, he thought, smiling to himself.

He was pretty sure that Janie's display was unintentional, though, and he felt a little bad about looking at her like this, so he tried not to.

But then his eyes were drawn by a subtle movement between her legs which suddenly seemed to make that idea much less likely. She had squeezed her right arm in under her stomach, her hand into her shorts, and her slender fingers were unmistakably rubbing her clit gently, in slow, circling movements.

Sure, she could just be trying to have a little discreet fun while watching the movie, but she could easily have done that without spreading her legs that much, and there was nothing even remotely sexy about what happened on the screen right then, so he got the distinct impression that the slender blonde was touching herself for his benefit.

Oh, god, he thought, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. Not only did he have two gorgeous teenage girls lying in front of him, legs wide, but they both seemed to be putting on a show for him. It was starting to feel like the beginning of a porn scene, and although he couldn't let it go that far, he wasn't able to stop himself from visualizing how the rest of that imaginary scene would have played out.

The insistent mental image of the two horny girls taking turns to ride him, legs spread, breasts bouncing, didn't help at all, and he had to do a little stealthy rearranging to keep his dick from making a tent in his pants.

By the time the movie was nearing its end, Janie was still touching herself, and her hips were subtly rocking against the movements of her fingers between her legs, the muscles in her thighs slightly but visibly tensing in a slow rhythm. And Rebecca had started playing with her clit too - although he noted with amusement that his daughter seemed to do it very gently, and only intermittently, taking frequent breaks, probably to keep herself from going over the edge.

At one point, he could see her pussy clenching needily just after she pulled hand away, her fingers and legs trembling slightly as if she had to force herself not to keep touching - a close call, he guessed. He suppressed a chuckle. Even when she was misbehaving, his daughter was still a good girl.

Looking at the girls' faces - what he could see of them from this angle - and their demeanor, you'd think that nothing was out of the ordinary. They kept up their commentary just fine. He wondered if each of them even knew what the other was doing. It didn't seem like it.

His cock was rock-hard and leaking precum when the credits finally rolled. He realized that he'd better stay sitting, or his raging erection would be painfully obvious in his loose slacks.

"Bedtime, ladies?" he asked with a smile as the girls got up off the floor, Rebecca discreetly letting her skirt down before both of them rose to their hands and knees to stand up, providing him with a final view of their pretty bottoms - his daughter's full, rounded bubble butt and Janie's firm and slender athlete's ass, as well as another quick flash of Janie's slit, now turning an aroused reddish-pink and glistening with her own juices.

"Yeah, I think so," Rebecca commented, sounding like nothing was out of the ordinary, but her cheeks were a little flushed. Janie just nodded in mute agreement, her own flushed cheeks even more visible against her pale skin.

"Then goodnight to you, girls," he said. "I think I'll stay upright for a little while yet," he added with a completely unintentional double entendre, inwardly punching himself for putting it like that but narrowly managing to prevent any reaction from manifesting on his face.

"Goodnight, daddy," Rebecca smiled warmly and came over to give him a kiss on the mouth. With her back to Janie, she risked parting her lips a little to let her tongue twirl around his once, which didn't help his erection one bit. She shot him a saucy smile and bit her lip as she withdrew.

"G'night, Mr. Fairchild," Janie said and leaned over to plant a somewhat protracted peck on his forehead, giving him a - probably deliberate - look down the loose neck of her shirt, and revealing that she was still wearing the very naughty shelf bra he'd seen on her in his daughter's room earlier. Her pale pink nipples were standing out straight from her small and perky breasts, and he quickly suppressed the urge to reach up and pinch them.

Both girls giggled and waved at him before retreating out into the hallway to go upstairs.

As soon as John was completely sure they were out of earshot, he slumped back into his seat, letting out a long incredulous sigh. "Fuck," he added quietly but emphatically to himself, running his hands through his hair.

Someone had once told him that he was lucky to have a daughter, based on some bullshit notion that boys were supposed to be much harder to handle. John couldn't remember his name - some overly conservative and annoyingly religious loudmouth at his old job - but the guy had obviously not had any experience with either of the two girls upstairs.

He would definitely need another cold shower - or, better yet, a brisk swim dodging icebergs off the coast of Greenland - before the night was over.

*****

After they brushed their teeth and got ready for bed, Rebecca retired to her room with Janie. She felt so excited after putting on a show for her daddy while watching that movie. Or, well, at least pretending to watch it - she honestly didn't remember much of it. She was so wet it had felt like everything was sliding around frictionlessly between her legs every time she took a step up the stairs, but luckily, she had to pee, which gave her a good excuse for performing some discreet damage control on her drooling pussy.

She hadn't planned to expose herself like that during the movie, she'd just sort of impulsively made it up as she went along. She'd even played with herself a little while he watched - she couldn't wait to see what her punishment would be for masturbating without asking for his permission - and Janie had been right there beside her, and none the wiser!

Not for the first time today, Rebecca felt wonderfully depraved.

Her daddy had laid out a spare mattress on the floor beside her bed for Janie, including covers and a pillow, but she knew they wouldn't be going to sleep just yet.

As they'd always done at their sleepovers, they both stripped down to their underwear - the same they'd worn before dinner, which meant that they were both wearing shelf bras and Janie was still going bottomless. Rebecca glanced at her friend and raised an amused eyebrow.

"Are you planning to put on some panties?" she offhandedly asked Janie.

Janie looked down, as if just noticing that she was naked apart from the very revealing bra.

"Nah, plenty comf't'ble like this," her friend said casually. "'Sides, it's not like yer wearing much daown there either," she pointed out, nodding at the very revealing pair her friend was wearing. "I kin take off the bra, though?" she offered with a mischievous grin.

Rebecca felt very much in the mood for naughty right then, so in reply, she just smiled and shimmied out of her own panties in response, before reaching back to unclasp her bra. Janie grinned and did the same.

Rebecca slumped down on the bed, stretching languidly as Janie apparently had an acute attack of narcissism, scrutinizing her own naked body in the full-length mirror with a critical eye.

"Oh my god," Rebecca gasped, sitting up and forcing a suitably horrified expression onto her face as she looked and pointed at some imaginary point on the back of her friend's toned body. "I... I think I can see some fat on you," she whispered teasingly, pronouncing the word with as much disgust as she could manage. "There's got to be at least half an ounce back there. I don't know how you can stand yourself."

"I guess it's back ta the gym, then," Janie laughed, used to her friend's joking about her greyhound physique. She came over and sat down on the bed next to her, leaning back.

Rebecca noticed that Janie's very visible state of arousal hadn't abated. If anything, it seemed to have intensified since before dinner.

"You look... excited," she commented, nodding in the general direction of the slender blonde's crotch.

"Well, yeah," she admitted, looking a bit embarrassed. "I, um... I sorta... mighta... acciden'lly... have flicked Fiona a li'l durin' that movie."

"Flicked Fiona?" Rebecca asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"Ya know... butter'd mah muffin? Dial'd the rotary? Pett'd mah kitty?"

Rebecca's eyes widened in disbelief as it dawned on her what her friend meant.

"You jilled yourself off in my living room?" she asked incredulously. "In front of my dad?"

Janie looked back at her, a little worried that she might have taken things a tad too far.

"Oh my god, you're just a total slut," Rebecca said, but she couldn't help giggling. And then the giggle turned into a laugh.

Janie joined in, still blushing. After a while, they quieted down.

"Me too," Rebecca admitted quietly after a short moment of silence.

Now Janie's mouth dropped open, a delighted twinkle in her eyes.

"Ya didn't," she giggled.

"Totally did," Rebecca giggled back, her cheeks flushing too. "I had no idea you did too, though."

"Well," Janie said proudly, "great sluts think alike, they say. Or sumthin' like that, anyway."

"Wait, could he see what you were doing?" Rebecca asked.

"Nawt sure," Janie shrugged. "I think so? I had mah legs spread pretty wide. I wuz kinder hopin' he could," she added sheepishly. "Whut abaout yiu?" she asked.

"Oh, he could definitely see what I did," Rebecca replied with a mischievous grin. "Seeing as how I made sure to pull up my skirt first..."

"Yer a total slut," Janie giggled delightedly, shaking her head in disbelief.

There was a moment of silence. As Rebecca looked at her friend, she found her clever green eyes staring back at her with unbridled curiosity.

"So," Janie began, "yer daddy..."

"My daddy," Rebecca sighed, closing her eyes dreamily, a blissful smile spreading across her lips and her hands unconsciously tracing her curves.

"How'd that happ'n?" Janie asked curiously, rolling over on her belly and propping her head up on her hands.

And then, her voice quiet, Rebecca told her friend everything.

The fantasies and dreams she'd had, and the fear that he'd find out and throw her out on her ass. Her elation to find out that she wasn't alone, and that he thought the same about her. The wet dream she'd had on the couch beside him, and that strange and wonderful conversation she'd had with him that ended with a highly unconventional addition to their father-daughter relationship.

She told her of what had happened afterwards. Her solo masturbation session, how excited she'd gotten putting herself on display for him in the kitchen, and their after-dinner session in front of the TV that had ended with a ruined orgasm for her, making her squirt for the first time in her life. Janie seemed particularly fascinated by that detail, interrupting her to get her to describe how it had felt.

Her friend's jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed as she went on to describe how she'd then played the reluctant, innocent daughter while watching him shoot his load to her naked body and her twitching sex.

Rebecca felt giddy and tingly as she told her friend of the two 'punishments' she'd received today, relating vividly how good his hands had felt on her needy pussy. Even that one flick of his finger on her clit that had nearly taken her over the edge - Janie giggled uncontrollably at that one - and the spanking he'd given her afterwards that had ended in that painfully ecstatic ruined orgasm that had made her squirt again.

At that point, Janie was shaking her head in disbelief, but she had an inane smile plastered across her features that never seemed to fade, she kept licking her lips, and her bare feet were swaying excitedly in the air above her butt, toes towards the ceiling.

Rebecca admitted how she yearned for him to fuck her stupid, and related his adorable reluctance to do anything she might end up regretting later. How she'd convinced him to let her give him a handjob. She even tried to describe how his cock looked, how it had felt in her hand and her mouth, and even how his cum had tasted.

Everything. If she'd left something out, it was a simple case of forgetfulness.

"That's..." Janie began after a moment's silence, but her voice trailed off as she apparently couldn't find the words. She gestured vaguely, obviously blown away by the revelation.

"Unbelievable?" Rebecca suggested anxiously. "Disgusting?" she added in a tiny voice a moment later.

"Hawt!" Janie blurted. "Tot'lly fuckin' hawt!"

Rebecca nodded, laughing, more than a little relieved about her reaction.

"Fuck!" Janie continued, rolling over onto her back and laughing so hard it made her breasts bounce. "Ya have no fuckin' idea haow hawt that all saounds!"

"I do," Rebecca giggled, nodding vigorously, "I really do!"

"Yeah," her friend conceded. "I s'pose ya dew. Damn. I'm kinder jealous. Kinder a lawt."

"But nawt like that," she added hurriedly, looking her friend into the eyes. "It's... it's pretty clear y'all luv each other like... I dunno. Thassum deep shit right there, girlfriend. I'm nawt gonna lie; I wish with all mah heart that I had someone like that in mah life... but I'm nawt gonna git b'tween that," she said earnestly. "As much as I kinder want tew," she added with another giggle.

"By the way," Janie said, getting up to look in her shopping bag, "I got sumthin' for ya ta go with that tot'lly insane story o' yers."

She pulled out something pink and handed it to Rebecca. She unfolded it. It was the tight daddy's girl top she'd eyed at the store. She let out a delighted little squeal.

"But how did you - " she started.

"I kinder already suspected by then," Janie explained. "'Sides, I noticed ya lookin' at it with those yearnin' puppy-dog eyes o' yers, an' ya know I never could stand fer those. Com' on, I wanna see it on ya."

"Okay," Rebecca giggled, slipping it on and getting up so she could take a look at herself in the mirror. It was a tight fit, but the size was perfect. And it felt deliciously naughty to wear the pink and very little-girly top while otherwise totally naked.

"Oh, I love it," she exclaimed, squeezing her breasts through the fabric and turning around to see it from different angles and liking what she was seeing. "Thank you so much!"

"Thought ya would," Janie smiled, obviously pleased with her friend's reaction. "An' yer welcome."

Rebecca just kept smiling. With the last remains of her anxiety about her friend's reaction finally melting away, she realized that she was really, really horny right now, and it looked like Janie was too. She bit her lip.

"Want to masturbate with me?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Janie looked back at her, her sea-green eyes twinkling.

"Thought ya'd never ask," she breathed, pulling herself up so she reclined in the foot end of Rebecca's bed and spreading her legs, her hand gently caressing the inside of her own thigh. "An' by all means, keep that shirt on. Ya look hawt in it, ya dirty li'l daddy's girl."

"Dyke," Rebecca giggled and sat down, mirroring her friend's position at the head end of her bed and throwing her the spare pillow for support.

"Thanks," Janie smiled as she stuffed the pillow behind her back. Then she looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hey, wait a sec naow... ya ain't allow'd ta cum, are ya?" she asked with a smirk.

"Nope," Rebecca answered matter-of-factly, her fingers unconsciously playing with her left nipple through the pink fabric as she let her eyes roam across her friend's naked body. "And neither are you, sweetie," she added breezily, looking into her eyes again.

"Whu... why nawt?" Janie asked, looking a little confused but still smiling as her hands ran up to cup and squeeze her own breasts.

"House rule," Rebecca said with a tiny shrug that seemed to convey that it wasn't her idea, even though it very much was. "Girls aren't allowed to cum without permission around here, and you don't have permission either," she teased as she started rubbing herself playfully, pointedly avoiding touching her clit.

Janie just blinked for a while as she thought that over.

"Okay," she said, her voice low and shaky with arousal as her own hand slid down between her legs, trying to imitate Rebecca's movements. "When in Rome, I guess," she smiled.

"But maybe..." Rebecca started thoughtfully, then trailed off as she reached for her phone with her free hand. She made a kissy face, snapped a full-body selfie, her other hand still playing with her pussy, and then started typing.

"Whut'r ya doin'?" Janie asked curiously.

"Quiet, you," Rebecca said with a mischievous smile, glancing up for a second before continuing tapping at her phone while her other hand kept working between her thighs. Janie kept her mouth shut but smiled, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.

Rebecca's smile widened a bit. It seemed her friend also liked to be told what to do - who would have thought it?

*****

John stayed on the couch for a while, enjoying the intermittent sound of the girls laughing and talking upstairs. The sound had subsided a bit by now - maybe they were going to bed? He tried to suppress his disappointment that they'd apparently not had the masturbation session that his daughter had expected.

He'd have loved to listen in, and if it had only been Rebecca in the room, he mused, he would have walked up there and told her to put on a show for him. But with Janie in the house, that wasn't an option, so he'd just have to accept that -

His phone chirped, derailing his thoughts.

Reaching for it, he briefly wondered who might be texting him at this hour. His ex-wife? Not likely. Surely not his boss? Ugh on both counts. He brought up the message... from Rebecca. Much better, he thought, smiling as he felt a warmth spreading inside his chest, although he wondered why she'd be texting him when they were both in the house.

There was a picture attached, but it took a few seconds to load before it appeared on the screen.

Wow. Just wow. His beautiful baby girl, kissing at the camera while looking hot and horny, wearing a very tight pink shirt that read 'I ♥ DADDY' across the chest - and nothing else. Her free hand was between her legs, and there was a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes.

Tearing his gaze away from the picture with an effort, he read the short text that accompanied it.

Then he blinked and read it again, just to be sure.

Can me and Janie have a ruin, please?

He just sat there for a moment, feeling like he had plumes of cartoon steam coming out of his ears. Then he managed to compose himself, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he began typing a reply.

*****

Rebecca waited impatiently for her father's response, biting her lip as she flexed the fingers of her other hand, slowly squeezing her pussy lips around her clit like he'd done to her earlier. At the other end of the bed, Janie was copying her technique, seeming to like the indirect stimulation.

After a short while, Rebecca's phone buzzed. She eagerly read his reply, licking her lips expectantly.

Edge yourselves five times, the text read, and then ask me again. Politely. She smiled. And remember to put down a towel, another message said after a few seconds.

Yes, daddy, she wrote back, giggling to herself at his practicality.

"Whut?" Janie asked, her curiosity finally bubbling over.

Rebecca just grinned and handed her friend the phone as she got up to rummage in a closet. Janie's jaw dropped as she read, but she looked even more excited when she looked up again.

"This is fuckin' crazy," she giggled. "But hawt," she added emphatically.

"Here," Rebecca said as she threw her friend a towel before laying the other one out at her own end of the bed and sitting down again, her legs splayed.

"But I've never squirted," Janie pointed out.

"Neither had I," Rebecca shrugged, "until I suddenly did. Call it insurance - I don't want to sleep on a wet spot."

"Fair 'nough," Janie conceded, arranging the towel.

"Together?" Rebecca asked after sitting down again, her legs spread and her cheeks flushing as she looked at her friend, her fingers finding their way back between her thighs.

"T'gether," Janie replied, and followed Rebecca's lead as she resumed touching herself.

It wasn't long before Rebecca felt her climax looming. "Better hurry if you want to keep up," she moaned.

"Ain't yiu on a hair trigger," Janie commented, her own breathing getting heavy, increasing her pace as Rebecca slowed hers. The blonde's eyes were half closed as she surrendered to her pleasure. "Yer so hawt right naow," she murmured, her green eyes hazy with lust as they ran uninhibitedly over her friend's exposed curves.

"Come on, you gorgeous little dyke," Rebecca panted, "right to the edge with me."

It was only a few seconds until she heard Janie's moans take on that tell-tale quality that said she was getting close. As Rebecca had remarked at that sleepover a couple years earlier and never forgotten since, the otherwise loud-mouthed blonde surprisingly got more and more quiet when she neared her climax - when she'd cum back then, she'd gone completely silent for a few seconds and then let out a single tiny cute whimper followed by a sharp intake of breath.

"Careful now," Rebecca warned as she heard her friend get close.

"Almost," Janie whispered, moaning softly but urgently under her breath. Her breathing quickened as Rebecca increased her pace again, determined to edge at the same time as her friend. Janie's toes curled and her back arched.

"Stop," Rebecca gasped, pulling her own hand away.

Janie reluctantly followed her example, gripping her own thighs to keep her hands away from her pussy. Rebecca's own loud and frustrated whimpers mixed with a few almost inaudible grunts and squeaks from her friend, and both girls' hips jerked and twitched involuntarily.

As the wave of pleasure receded, Janie let out a unfulfilled little gasping whimper, similar to but distinct from the sound she made when she orgasmed, and opened her eyes to look at her friend, panting hard.

"That wuz..." she began, her voice trailing off.

"Feels good, right?" Rebecca cooed. Janie nodded eagerly, breathing hard, evidently surprised at how much she'd liked it.

"And that was just the first one," Rebecca grinned. "Just wait - you'll be seeing stars before we're done. Ready for round two?"

Janie just smiled and nodded back, biting her lip.

*****

After the unexpected but welcome text from Rebecca, John had moved into the kitchen to take advantage of the fact that it was directly below his daughter's room. He'd hoped to be able to listen in while the girls were having fun upstairs, and he wasn't disappointed.

He was familiar with how Rebecca sounded when she masturbated - the intensifying loud moans, subsiding into a series of deliciously strained whimpers as she held herself back from the edge.

Janie sounded quite different. He had somehow expected her to be even louder than his daughter, but that wasn't the case at all. She was really quite subdued in the sounds she made, and they got tinier and tinier the closer she got, and as she stopped right before she would have climaxed, she went completely silent - or, at least, got so quiet that he couldn't hear it even from the kitchen - and only afterwards did she let out a tiny frustrated sound, halfway between a moan and a gasp.

It was a very cute sound. He wondered idly how the slender blonde sounded when she actually came. Maybe he'd find out tonight, he thought, a plan forming in his mind.

His cock was getting hard again. These last few days had felt like a second puberty - dick hard more than half the time. All Rebecca's fault, of course, although Janie had certainly also done her part today.

Well, as long as the girls were having fun, he might as well have some for himself too. Checking to see if the blinds were drawn, he opened his zipper and started slowly stroking himself while listening to the enticing sounds emanating from his daughter's room.

It wasn't long before he heard Rebecca's moans turn into another series of whimpers, and Janie went silent for a while before letting out that cute little moaning gasp again. He closed his eyes and imagined the girls, backs arching and hips bucking as they desperately held back.

Only three more to go, he thought. He couldn't wait to spring the surprise he'd planned on his poor daughter.

*****

The fourth time they edged, Rebecca very nearly ended up in another ruin, but she managed to stop herself, her stomach muscles tightening hard and her pussy clenching as she screwed her eyes shut.

"Fuck," she whimpered as the burn finally ebbed.

"Close one, huh?" Janie panted, looking at her friend's twitching sex with fascination.

"Yeah," Rebecca breathed. "I almost went over."

"Yer gettin' sum serious tremors daown there... haow many days has it been naow?" Janie asked curiously.

"Ten," Rebecca said uncertainly, then furrowed her brows. "I think? It's kind of hard to think clearly right now," she grinned.

"Oh, ya poor girl," Janie shook her head, smiling. Rebecca laughed weakly, still coming down from the last edge.

"Jest one more naow," Janie said and started rubbing herself. Rebecca followed suit, noticing that her friend's touch had grown a lot lighter too.

It only took seconds before both girls were back on the edge and snatched away their hands again, Rebecca whimpering as her hips bucked uncontrollably, and Janie breathing in short gasps as she held back, her brows furrowed in concentration, legs quivering with the effort while she squirmed as if desperate for someone to fuck an orgasm out of her.

Finally, she won out, emitting that cute little whimpering gasp for the fifth time tonight.

"Oh gawd," she whimpered. "That wuz close."

After they cooled down a tad, Rebecca grabbed her phone again, snapping another selfie from a low angle before looking questioningly at Janie.

Divining her intention, Janie smiled mischievously back and just nodded, leaning back and biting her lip as she cupped her breasts for the camera. Rebecca took another picture of Janie, naked, legs spread, her pink-tinged pussy flaring open with need. Then she typed some more, hit send, and waited breathlessly.

The reply came quickly. She read it and groaned, her shoulders slumping, a desperately frustrated look in her eyes as she sent a quick message back.

"Whut?" Janie asked, jittery with excitement. Rebecca showed her the phone.

That's five edges, read her own message below the two saucy pictures they'd just sent him. May we please have a ruin now, daddy?

Below came his reply.

Since you've been a bad girl today, Janie can cum, and you can have a ruin while watching her have a nice, satisfying orgasm.

Janie looked at her with sympathy in her eyes, but it was obvious how badly she wanted her climax.

"No, I can't - " she began, shaking her head, but Rebecca interrupted her.

"Those are the rules," she said resignedly. "You can cum - I can't," she said, a little smile playing on her lips despite her tone. "And besides," she added with a wicked glint in her eyes, "I'd love to watch you have that orgasm. You're so cute when you cum."

"Dyke," Janie grinned, making Rebecca laugh.

Without any further words, they started touching themselves again. It didn't take more than a minute before Rebecca could tell that Janie was close.

"Go on," Rebecca encouraged her friend, her eyes burning with lust, "show me how it feels to cum hard."

"Yes, ma'am," Janie breathed, a blissful smile on her lips. She increased her pace and arched her back, bracing for the orgasm to hit her as Rebecca readied herself for another ruin. It was going to be bad this time, she could tell. Deliciously bad.

As Janie's entire body arched, her toes curling, thighs quivering, the sight sent Rebecca past the point of no return as well. She pulled her hand away, bunching the sheets between her fingers to keep her hands off as the beautiful agony coursed through her. Her empty pussy clenching so hard, again and again, it felt so much more intense because she had to watch Janie squirm her way through an obviously very satisfying climax right in front of her eyes. It was as if her stupid pussy couldn't quite understand that it was another girl cumming next to her and not herself.

Rebecca didn't quite squirt, but she felt a hot dribble leave her, wetting the towel her daddy had told her to put down.

"Oh, fuck," she whined, her hips still bucking intermittently as she burn of the ruin slowly subsided, leaving the fiery ache inside her stronger than ever. "Oh god, that was a bad one..."

Janie opened her eyes, spent and satisfied, and looked over at her. She tried to look sympathetic, but she was way too high on post-orgasmic bliss to manage it.

"Yiu okay?" she asked, the concern in her voice undercut by how relaxed she sounded.

"Yeah," Rebecca gasped, keeping her legs spread to avoid any kind of contact with her abused, oversensitive clit. "I'm... I'll manage."

"Damn, that wuz hawt!" Janie exclaimed. She started laughing, and soon, Rebecca joined in, even though it worsened the aching throb between her legs. "An' yiu liked that. A lawt," she added.

"I know," Rebecca laughed, a pained note in her voice as she rolled over on her side. "I'm a depraved pervert. Guilty on all counts."

"I'm so proud o' ya," Janie said again. "Yer a born-again slut."

*****

John increased his pace as he heard the moans seeping down from upstairs. He was close, and it didn't take the girls long to get to the edge - and over it. He came hard, his hot seed spurting from his cock as he heard Rebecca's moans cease abruptly and she let out a strained sobbing whine as she ruined her orgasm, overlaid with a cute little happy whimper of release, courtesy of Janie.

He realized belatedly that he should have taken his own advice about putting down a towel.

It took a little while to clean up after himself. When he was nearly done, his phone chirped again.

Thank you so much for the ruin and the orgasm, daddy, the text read. There was also another picture of the two girls, side by side with their legs spread. Rebecca pouting theatrically, looking frustrated in her pink top, and Janie fully naked beside her, holding up two fingers in a V shape with a satiated, tired smile on her lips, her other hand stroking Rebecca's thigh. He couldn't help chuckling.

John had seen a lot of porn over the years - a natural side effect of not having a woman in his life for a very long time - but that picture instantly took the gold medal with him. It was, hands down, the single hottest image he'd ever seen.

You're welcome. Sleep tight, ladies, he texted back.

*****

"Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss?" Rebecca suggested, pulling off her top to help her cool down a bit.

Janie smiled and got up on all fours to accommodate her.

It felt good - Janie was a really good kisser. The girls embraced, their tongues dancing playfully around each other. Last time they kissed, it had been nice too, but tentative and experimental, neither of them sure of the situation. This time, both of them just let go and enjoyed the sensation. They finally broke the kiss after a long while, smiling at each other.

"Cuddle?" Rebecca asked hopefully.

"Dyke," Janie murmured with a contented smile as they nestled into each other's arms, exchanging gentle caresses.

Janie, exhausted and satisfied, drifted off not long after that. Rebecca just lay there for a while, enjoying the warmth of her friend's body against hers and the soft sound of her faint snoring as her own eyelids got heavier and heavier.

It seemed they wouldn't be needing that extra bed after all.

*****

Rebecca was vaguely aware of her dad saying something from outside her door, but she didn't catch what. A moment's blind fumbling later, she was jarred out of her half-slumber by a big, wet kiss on the mouth and someone squeezing her naked breasts.

"Rise 'n' shine," Janie's voice chimed next to her. Rebecca had never known anyone who could wake up as fast as her friend. She felt the mattress flex underneath her as the unnecessarily fresh blonde moved around energetically.

She opened her eyes slowly and rubbed them sleepily. It was light outside, and Janie was standing up, still naked, looking around for her clothes. The improvised bed on the floor was still untouched.

"Yer daddy'll have breakfast done in a jiffy," she explained, seemingly having an internal debate about what to wear.

Rebecca groaned wordlessly in reply and started dragging herself out of bed, but it only took her a minute for her to get her brain into gear. Despite the burning ache between her legs, she was actually feeling very well rested.

"Want to grab a shower?" she asked her friend a little hoarsely, idly scratching her back.

"Luv tew," she shrugged, "but y'all jest have the one bathroom, and I don' think there's time fer two showers. 'Sides, ya prolly need it more'n I dew," she grinned.

"We can share," Rebecca offered. "If you want? Plenty of room for two girls who aren't afraid of a little skin-on-skin contact," she quipped.

Janie looked at her and then smiled.

"Sure," she said. "Dyke," she added under her breath, repeating their latest catchphrase once more and making Rebecca laugh.

*****

It turned out to be a little cramped under the showerhead after all, but they managed, even though they kept unintentionally pushing and shoving each other. It didn't take long, which was helped along by Rebecca insisting on keeping the temperature at meltwater levels.

Janie complained a bit about that at first, but ended up conceding that Rebecca probably needed a cold shower more than she needed a hot one herself.

They felt clean and fresh as they dried themselves off and did their hair. They'd both brought that lingerie set they bought together a while ago - the one Rebecca had worn for that memorable evening she'd first masturbated for her daddy - so they slipped into that and went back to Rebecca's room to finish getting dressed.

Rebecca decided to drop the bra and wear the pink top from yesterday - her new favorite garment - and it turned out Janie had bought a similar one in black that simply read 'SLUT' in big white letters, so she followed suit.

"I think I'm just going like this," Rebecca stated after leafing fruitlessly through her closets and drawers for a while. Janie raised an eyebrow but then smiled.

"I like the way yer thinkin'," she said approvingly.

*****

John had breakfast done, and he was just about to call out to the girls again when he heard them coming down the stairs.

They were dressed in tight tops of a similar design - tight, cut short to reveal a peek of their midriffs, and with a low neckline that left plenty of skin visible there too. He recognized the pink one Rebecca was wearing from the naughty pictures they'd sent him the evening before, and Janie wore a similar one in black with a very telling label printed in fat white letters across her chest.

Then he did a double take. Apart from the tops, both of them were just wearing panties and nothing else. And they weren't conservative either - he recognized the pair Rebecca had on as the ones she'd worn Thursday evening. The black ones with the sheer, see-through front. And Janie's seemed to be the exact same model, but in white instead.

For a short moment, he frantically tried to come up with a way of hiding the unavoidable boner he was sure to get in short order, but he quickly decided to drop it. After all, if the girls wanted to get him excited - which they clearly did - he might as well let them see the results.

"Good morning, ladies," he said cheerfully. "Looking good today, I must say," he added with an approving nod.

"Good morning, daddy," Rebecca chimed and came over to give him a sloppy kiss with a discreet amount of tongue thrown in. "You look hot too," she whispered with a naughty smile, caressing his cheek and enjoying the feel of the lengthening stubble there.

"Gewd mornin', Mr. Fairchild," Janie drawled in turn, and tiptoed up to give him a peck. It was only about halfway through that he realized that he'd kissed her on the lips without thinking - although, thankfully, he'd had the presence of mind to refrain from sticking his tongue into her mouth.

"Fin'lly," she exclaimed triumphantly afterwards, punching the air and grinning at his daughter while doing a little impromptu victory dance that made her body jiggle enticingly.

He broke off his unsaid apology and just laughed a little, letting her have the win and enjoying the view it afforded him.

"We'll set the table," Rebecca smiled innocently. "Plates are in the low cupboard," she said sidelong to Janie, who instantly picked up on the meaning of the stressed word and proceeded to bend over at the hips to get them. Meanwhile, Rebecca repeated her utterly unnecessary but irreproachably thorough search for the orange juice at the bottom of the fridge.

John shook his head, but didn't look away from the two pretty asses on display in the kitchen. He thought again about the so-called words of wisdom that girls were supposed to be easy to handle and reaffirmed his opinion that the idiot who'd said that had had no fucking clue what he was talking about.

"Good work, girls," he simply said as they finally turned back around. Both of them stole a glance at the bulge in his pants and seemed pleased with his reaction, Rebecca licking her lips and Janie's mischievous smile widening a tiny fraction.

The rest of breakfast went more like they were used to, helped by the fact that he couldn't see the state of their dress - or, rather, undress - while they were seated at the table. John had been a little worried about how Janie would react this morning, having woken up feeling that he'd gotten a little carried away yesterday.

Okay, more than a little.

But it seemed there was no problem, which was a big relief. The lively blonde happily went on about this and that, as usual interjecting her customary comments about wanting to marry him - but that was nothing new. She'd been doing that since she was fourteen.

*****

Janie had to leave not long after breakfast. Her brother needed his car back, and she had family obligations later, so she got done dressing and came down to say goodbye.

"Gotta go," she said as she stood in the hallway, sounding a little sad that she couldn't stay. "But I'll def'n'ly be back soon," she added, looking pointedly at them both.

"See you, Janie," Rebecca said warmly and hugged her tightly, giving her a little tender kiss on the lips afterwards that her friend wasn't expecting, but accepted gratefully.

"Say hi to your family from me," John said after receiving another peck on the mouth from her - apparently the new normal, it seemed.

"Will dew," Janie smiled, stopping after she'd turned towards the as yet unopened door, and giving her derriere a little shake for their benefit.

What the hell, John thought and followed his sudden impulse to slap her ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from Janie and a giggle from Rebecca. He just shrugged and held up his hands in mock surrender as she turned back to them with an incredulous smile on her lips.

"Sorry," he said, looking at the offending hand with a good imitation of shocked puzzlement, "I don't know why it keeps doing that."

Janie laughed.

"Later," she smiled, and bounced out through the door towards the car.

*****

After the rumble of the old muscle car had subsided into the distance, Rebecca settled down on the couch, still only clad in the pink top and her panties.

Her ruined orgasm last night had left her more needy than ever, and her and Janie's morning teasing of her dad had just made it worse. And now that she was alone with him, it seemed to intensify to an almost unbearable level. Her clit was practically pulsing with need.

She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

She smiled as her dad entered the room and sat down next to her. Without a word, she snuggled up next to him and opened her thighs, hooking her left leg over his right. God, she wanted him to touch her so bad. She wanted him to finger her, to fuck her, to use her. She looked at him beggingly, her hips twitching.

"Aren't we in a friendly mood this morning?" he chuckled as he put his arm around her waist and patted her leg.

"Yeah," she admitted sheepishly, her breathing ragged and her cheeks flushing. "I don't think I've ever been hornier. I... I really need to cum. I-I don't know how much more I can take, daddy."

"Aww, my poor baby girl," he cooed, caressing her thigh gently. She let out a long sigh as her hips bucked a couple of times.

She held her breath as his hand ran up along her leg, and gasped as his fingertips traced the outline of her panties.

"Yes," she whispered dreamily, closing her eyes. "K-keep going," she begged, bucking her hips. "Please?"

In response, he hooked a finger inside the crotch of her panties, feeling her trembling skin underneath them, and pulled them out. She drew in her breath sharply and her thigh muscles tensed at the brief contact from his finger and the cool air brushing past her overheated lady parts.

"So wet," he said as he looked down. "Naughty girl."

She just nodded, her eyes closed as she squirmed, obviously eager to feel his touch.

"Sit still, Rebecca," he said gently but firmly.

"Y-yes, daddy," she said, her voice strained with the effort of following his order.

"Daddy is just having a little look," he soothed. "Nothing to worry about."

She nodded. It was excruciating to have his wonderful, strong fingers this close to her needy pussy. To have him look at her like this. It was maddening! She tried to breathe, to calm down a little before she -

He suddenly released his grip on the crotch of her panties, and the elastic garment snapped back into place, slapping against her swollen clit. She squeaked as the sudden contact almost sent her over the edge. She felt his palm pressing against her mons as she grunted, her stomach tensing.

"How tense you are," he chuckled, feeling her muscles rippling under his hand.

"Mmm-hmm," she whimpered in reply, trying hard to remain still. "D-daddy, please, I need t-"

He flicked her clit through her panties, eliciting another squeak from her and making her squirm again.

"And so sensitive," he said, his voice low and amused. "My poor little girl."

"Uh. Uh. Uh. D-daddy, I... I can't..." she stammered, her eyes squeezed shut as she forcibly held herself back. It was so, so hard, but the last thing she wanted at that moment was another frustrating ruin.

"Shh, baby girl," he whispered, stroking her hair gently as she leaned into him. "Quiet now. Daddy will take care of you."

"Mhmm," she murmured in response, a look of strained concentration on her face. She was afraid that just any tiny bit of friction from her underwear would send her over the edge, and she didn't trust her stupid hips to stay still. She had to get rid of the risk, or she'd just end up cumming without permission and ruining again.

The thought was undeniably delicious, but she was desperate for a real orgasm.

"C-can I please take off my panties, daddy?" she begged.

"Do you really think that's appropriate, Rebecca?" he asked in that wonderfully stern daddy voice.

"B-but daddy, you said that good girls don't cum without permission, and I-I-I want to be a good girl for you, I really do... I j-just don't know if I can hold back and-and the panties are just making it harder... p-please, daddy," she stammered.

He thought about that for a moment while she tried to breathe deeply and somehow make the arousal fade and force herself to quit squirming. It didn't work. It didn't work at all.

"Well, okay then," he said grudgingly, as if he disapproved of the idea, but was willing to accommodate her just this one time. "You can take off your panties, but only if you promise to behave."

"Thank you, daddy," she said, relief flooding her voice. "I... I'll be good, I promise."

"And no touching that naughty little clitty of yours now," he said. "You hear me?"

"Yes, daddy," she said obediently. "N-no touching."

"That's my good girl."

Rebecca stood up to take off her panties, but in her rush, her movements accidentally made the fabric slide across her clit.

"Oh! Uh. Uh. O-oh no," she whimpered as she felt the climax looming again.

She quickly widened her stance to avoid any kind of friction against her sensitive, twitching lady parts, her half-removed underwear stretching between her thighs. She clenched her fists, holding her hands away from her body as her muscles tensed and her hips bucked helplessly. Somehow, she managed to hold back, reflecting that if they kept this up, she'd never need to do crunches again for the rest of her life.

He chuckled at her predicament. He had never before in his life seen a woman who was so enormously and so visibly aroused as his precious little girl was right now. It was a beautiful sight. He loved the fact that he was able to give her so much pleasure.

"I think you better take a few minutes to cool off," he advised.

"Y-yes, daddy," she said.

Slowly, so very slowly, she felt the orgasm receding. She couldn't focus. But then she felt a new tickle between her legs, and -

"What did I tell you about touching, young lady?" he asked sternly, but with a tinge of amusement.

She looked down to discover that her hand had crept between her legs. She snatched it away.

"Sorry, daddy," she said, surprised. She hadn't even noticed. "I-I didn't mean to - "

"Bad girl, Rebecca," he admonished. "You shouldn't be spoiling that naughty little clitty of yours like that."

"No, daddy," she said remorsefully. "S-sorry, daddy," she repeated.

"I have something that might help with that," he said, "but I think you'd better put your hands on your head while I leave the room."

"Yes, daddy," she said, interlacing her fingers on top of her head as she kept her wide-legged stance. She felt a droplet of her own juices trickle down her inner thigh, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn't control her twitching hips.

"Good girl," he said, nodding approvingly. "Now close your eyes and stay like that until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, daddy," she said, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to calm down, although it didn't do much good at all.

She heard his footsteps receding as he left the room. Oh god, she wanted to touch herself so bad, just a tiny little bit, but with an effort, she managed to follow his orders. She stayed like that for about a day. Or maybe it was thirty seconds. An hour? Her sense of time was completely shot.

She had never once in her life felt this pent-up and desperate. It felt so very good, but the empty ache in her pussy was getting so all-encompassing she couldn't think straight, and her nipples had been hard for so long it felt like someone was continually pinching them. She just wanted to cum so bad - she hoped he would let her soon.

An eternity later, she heard him reenter the room.

"Good girl," he repeated. "Keep your eyes closed for a little longer. I have a surprise for you - that belated birthday gift I told you about."

"The one mom wouldn't approve of?" she asked expectantly, her head moving as if she was looking round curiously even though her eyes remained obediently closed.

"Oh yes," he chuckled. Kendra would definitely have a cardiac arrest on the spot if she knew what he'd bought for their daughter.

"What is it?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"You'll find out in a moment. Keep standing like that for daddy. Legs wide."

"Yes, daddy," she said obediently.

She heard him fiddle with something that clinked faintly, but she couldn't identify the sound. She gasped involuntarily as she felt his hands grab her hips from behind.

"Let's get you warmed up a little first," he said into her ear, his low voice sounding deeper and more resonant with the proximity. She gasped aloud as she felt his hands slide under her top to squeeze her breasts.

"Oh," she breathed. He pinched both of her nipples and she squeaked with the flash of pain it caused in her tender peaks. "Y-y-yess," she gasped.

His left hand stayed on her breast, rolling her sensitive nipple between his fingers, while the other slid slowly down between her legs. She whimpered as she felt his hand cup her womanhood for a moment, and she involuntarily pressed her hips forward into his touch, eager for more. Then he removed it, but just as she was about to complain, he slapped her pussy.

She uttered a sound that was halfway between a yelp and a moan and curled her toes into the carpet.

He slapped her again, and she grunted, her hips bucking helplessly.

"D-daddy, I - "

"Focus, Rebecca," he said sternly. "If you cum now, I will have to make you ruin again."

"Y-yes, daddy," she said, her voice shaky with the effort of holding back.

"And you don't want that, do you?"

"Uh. Ngh. N-no, daddy," she whimpered, her ability to articulate impaired by the sheer level of arousal coursing through her trembling body. "I... I wa-wan' cum. Wannacum. Wanna cum. P-please... I wanna cum so b-"

He slapped her again, a little harder this time.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. D-daddy, please - " she pleaded.

Another slap.

"Daddy-daddy, please-please-please don' mak' me ruin again, I can't, I can't - "

"Quiet now, young lady," he said and moved the hand on her breast up to cover her mouth, pulling her back against his body. She could feel his hard cock nudging against her through his pants, making her squirm needily. Oh god, she wanted him to fuck her so bad.

"Mmmmmm-hmmh-mm," she said, her begging for his cock reduced to an incomprehensible mumble.

"What was that?" he asked teasingly.

She moaned into his palm, but it turned into a strained groan as he slapped her pussy again, and then again. She grunted, her hips bucking. Her knees felt like they were about to buckle. She panted through her nose, resigned to another ruin.

She whimpered, shaking her head, trying to let him know that she couldn't take another one like -

He slapped her lady parts yet again. She cried out into his palm, feeling herself stumbling over the edge when she suddenly felt his fingers close around her clit. There was a short surge of pleasure which turned into pain as he pinched down hard.

She whined helplessly and squirmed in his strong grip - oh god, pain had never felt this good. She lost track of the world for a moment, shrouded in the encompassing darkness of her need, the pleasure-pain in her swollen, abused nub the only sensation that registered.

He released the pressure, and it felt like she became weightless for an instant, hanging just at the edge of a massive orgasm, feeling like she should have gone over, but somehow staying there, caught in the almost.

An indeterminate moment later, she was returned to her senses by the faint sound of a tiny metallic click, suddenly aware of an unfamiliar cold sensation wrapping around her waist and between her legs.

"Happy birthday," he said cheerfully as he patted her bottom with one hand, the other on her hip. "Open your eyes and look down, baby girl."

She did so and blinked, her eyes wide. He had locked her into a chastity belt, an oval metal shield covering her pussy. There was a small padlock on front, where the strap between her legs met the ones gripping her waist. She'd seen similar ones before online, and she'd fantasized about how it would feel to wear one.

It felt excruciating to have her drippy, twitching pussy locked in like this. She absolutely loved it.

She looked back at him, eyes wide, but with a delighted grin bisecting her face. She wanted to say something, but she was too stupidly horny to think of anything.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he said, seeing how happy she looked. "Oh, and you can touch now if you want to," he chuckled teasingly.

Although she knew it would be futile, she just couldn't help herself. Her hand flew between her legs to rub, but the metal plate covered all her most sensitive spots. She could feel the edges of the shield inching across her outer labia, but her much more sensitive inner lips and her clit were hidden securely away underneath the unyielding metal. She could just about make the shield touch her clit if she pressed hard enough, but not enough to accomplish anything except tease herself even more.

She did it anyway.

After a while, her legs finally gave way as she whimpered, her jaw slackening, but her daddy's strong arms held her upright as she kept grinding feverishly against her hand, unable to stop herself.

"Shh, it's all right," he whispered into her ear. "Daddy will keep you safe. My good little girl."

She kept it up, her frustration mounting all the time, like her stupid pussy couldn't understand why she wasn't getting closer to cumming from her vigorous rubbing. She just couldn't stop. Feeling her way around the belt to see if there was any way of somehow bypassing it, she found that there was a metal ring incorporated into the crotch strap, just behind the plate, that left her anus exposed.

In desperation, she slid a finger into her ass. She'd never tried any kind of anal play before - hell, she'd practically not even had sex yet - but it felt so good just to have something inside her. She pushed her finger deeper, starting to fuck herself with quick, frenzied movements.

He tutted behind her.

"That's really not appropriate behavior for a young lady, Rebecca," he chided.

"Sorry," she murmured. "Can't... can't stop."

He let her continue for a while, but then he gently took hold of her wrist, pulling her finger out. She whimpered in protest and shivered.

"I think that's enough for now," he said warmly, kissing her on the cheek.

"O-okay, daddy," she murmured as he helped her to the couch so she could sit down.

Her legs were so weak that he practically had to carry her.

*****

Rebecca finally managed to cool down a bit, sitting there in his strong arms, her shiny new chastity belt locked into place around her. But not much. Her hips kept twitching, and her nipples stayed hard as a pair of small pebbles caught under her tight pink top.

She looked so cute when she was desperate, John thought. She shivered and her breath caught every time she felt his skin touch against hers.

But enough was enough. She needed to cum, and while he was sure he could make her go even further without release, he decided that today was going to be the day. She'd gone for more than a week now, and she'd been such a good girl. She deserved it, and he had wanted to see her fall apart in a massive orgasm ever since they started this beautiful, insane rollercoaster ride together - for longer than that, if he was being honest with himself.

But he'd draw out the agony for just a bit longer, he thought with a smile.

"I'm going to make you cum tonight," he whispered to her, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

She looked up and blinked, her addled, delirious brain taking a while to fathom what he'd just told her.

"What?" she mumbled, still looking a little confused, obviously not sure that she'd heard him right.

"You've been such a good girl for me these past few days, Rebecca," he said, smiling warmly at her as he caressed her cheek. "You deserve a proper orgasm."

"I-I do?" she said, smiling widely, the penny finally seeming to drop. "Really?"

"Really."

"Really really? You're not just teasing me?" she said, sounding a little breathless.

"Really really. I'm going to let you cum, baby girl," he promised.

She gasped and then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him so hard it almost hurt.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy," she gushed. "I love you so, so much!"

"And I love you, pumpkin," he chuckled.

She jumped onto his lap, straddling him and kissing him again, her eager tongue exploring his mouth. Her breathing was getting heavy, and he could feel the hardness of the chastity belt as she ground against him, moaning under her breath. Her eager hands were all over his body.

He pushed her away gently, gripping her wrists.

"Tonight," he said, smiling.

"Aww, daddy, can't we just - " she complained, but he cut her off.

"Tonight," he repeated more firmly.

"But - "

"No buts, Rebecca. Be a good girl for just a little while longer," he said, pulling her wrists behind her back and holding them there.

"Okay, daddy," she pouted, elated beyond measure, but impatient to experience her promised release.

He chuckled at her eagerness.

"How about I let you decide how?" he offered, thinking that might appease her for a while.

"I want you to fuck me," she said immediately, her eyes bright.

I should have seen that coming, he thought. Again, he felt that reluctance. Would she really want him to do that if she hadn't been half out of her mind with pent-up frustration? How could he be sure? God, he didn't want to do anything that she'd end up regretting afterwards.

"Rebecca - " he began.

"But you said I could choose," she said, her voice carrying a petulant note.

"I know, but..." his voice trailed off. "I want to, baby girl, like you wouldn't believe," he said, kissing her. "But I can't help feeling like I'd be taking advantage of you," he murmured apologetically.

She groaned, not in annoyance, but because his adorable reluctance just made her want to jump his bones right then and there and ride him until neither of them could walk properly for a week. She wriggled on his lap, trying to free her hands, but he was too strong - which just made her even hornier.

"But daddy, I really, really want you to," she said sincerely, moaning under her breath and trying to lean in to kiss him again. "I really do," she whispered, her lips almost touching his.

Maybe there was a way to be sure, he thought. After all, he had just told her that she could choose, and he didn't want to go back on his word to her. He'd never done so before, and he wasn't about to start now.

Also, he couldn't deny that he wanted to fuck her brains out. Finally realizing that everything up until then had been leading them inexorably in that direction, he wanted her to be completely sure about it before crossing that line.

"How about this," he said to her, leaning his forehead against hers and looking into her eyes. "You choose another way for tonight, and after you've had a nice, big, satisfying orgasm and a good night's sleep, if you're still sure about it tomorrow - "

"You'll fuck me?" she interrupted eagerly, sounding like she was about to explode with sheer joy at the prospect and squirming in his grip again.

"I will," he promised with a chuckle.

She looked at him, her eyes narrow, as she considered his proposal. She decided to play a little prank on him.

"Okay," she finally conceded, expertly feigning a doubtful expression.

"Okay?" he said, a little worried at the look on her face. Was she already having second thoughts? He desperately tried to suppress his disappointment that she didn't -

"Of course okay," she said exasperatedly, dropping the act and rolling her eyes at him. "I've wanted nothing more than to feel your amazing cock inside me for months," she laughed. "I think I can wait for a few hours more if it'll make you happy, dad. Hell, I could probably wait for a month if - " she checked herself.

"On second thoughts, strike that last part," she giggled. "I'll definitely die if I have to wait for a month."

He laughed back, releasing her wrists so he could hug her tightly.

They stayed like that for a while in each other's arms, his fingertips idly caressing her skin as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Want a blowjob?" she asked in a quiet, hopeful voice after a while.

He laughed, taken by surprise.

"When did you turn into such a wonderful little slut?" he asked, a delighted note in his voice.

"I think she was in here all along," she grinned. "But you're changing the subject. May I please suck your cock, daddy? Please-please-please?"

He kissed her passionately once again and drew back.

"Get down on your knees, baby girl," he said firmly by way of response, a smile playing on his lips.

She clapped her hands delightedly and slipped off his lap to kneel before him.

*****

John had, in all honesty, never been a particular fan of blowjobs. Sure, it felt nice to have a woman's lips wrapped around his cock, but he'd never felt that it was half as amazing as it sounded when he'd heard some other men describe it.

Up until that weird and wonderful Saturday, that is.

He'd received a good handful of them throughout his years - not many, but enough to have a frame of reference - but none of them could even begin to compare with the one his sweet, loving daughter gave him right then, kneeling on the floor of their living room.

She didn't have much in the way of technique, which was hardly surprising given her almost total lack of experience, but she more than made up for that with her boundless enthusiasm. And then some. All the way through, she kept her beautiful hazel eyes locked on his, watching intently for his reactions to everything she did.

She looked so incredibly sexy, sitting on her knees front of him, her full lips stretching around the cock sliding in and out of her warm, welcoming mouth. He couldn't think straight while it went on, but afterwards, he would realize what made this particular blowjob so different from all the others - apart from the fact that he got this one from the most unimaginably beautiful girl in the entire universe.

Every single one he'd received in his life was because the woman had wanted to do something nice for him. And while he did appreciate the sentiment, it was still obvious that it was primarily done for his enjoyment, not her own.

John was, by nature, a pleaser. What he enjoyed the most was making the woman he was with feel good, and it wasn't much of a turn-on for him to know that she wasn't getting anything out of it for herself. That it was, for lack of a better word, a chore for her.

Rebecca, on the other hand - sweet, wonderful Rebecca - did it simply because she wanted to feel his cock in her mouth. It was so apparent that she thoroughly enjoyed herself that it felt like he was doing her a favor, and that drove him crazy with lust. She kept moaning around his hard member, and he knew in his heart that it wasn't just for show.

He realized early on that he wouldn't last long under his daughter's tender ministrations, and where he might have thought that was a problem with anyone else, he just instinctively knew that nothing would make her happier than for him to blow his load into her mouth, whether it happened after half an hour or thirty seconds.

"Oh, baby girl," he moaned, gently thrusting his hips in counterpoint to the movement of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He didn't need to say any more - he could tell by the twinkling in her eyes that she knew he was getting close and that it was exactly what she wanted. Cum for me, daddy, those gorgeous hazel pools told him without a word. Please cum in my mouth. He felt his stomach tense and his balls contract as his breathing quickened.

He grunted as he felt the first tingles of his orgasm, and her eyes widened in expectation. Those lovely, mesmerizing eyes of hers. He was going to cum, and he wasn't sure if it was her warm mouth or her alluring eyes that finally drove him over the edge.

"Rebecca!" he moaned as his cock pulsed, spurting his hot seed into her waiting mouth. She made a delighted sound as she felt his warmth coating her tongue, swallowing eagerly and redoubling her efforts to make his climax as fulfilling as possible.

He kept spurting several times, and then released several dribbles after that, all of it disappearing down his precious little girl's throat as she kept sucking, eager to get every last drop out of him.

She finally drew back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning widely.

"Did I do okay, daddy?" she asked innocently, biting her lip, still gently stroking his softening cock with her hand.

In response, he dragged her up to kiss her deeply and passionately, his hands exploring her curves almost on their own, one of them finding its way between her legs to give her a teasing rub over the shield of her chastity belt, eliciting a subdued moan from her. When he finally pulled back, she was grinning happily at him.

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggled.

"There are no words for how amazing that was, baby girl," he said earnestly, totally blown away by the experience.

"Really?" she asked uncertainly. "You're not just saying that?"

"Really," he assured her with a chuckle. "You're my own personal blowjob goddess."

Finally convinced, she embraced him tightly once again. "I'm so glad to hear you say that," she whispered.

"Although I think we can file that one under 'sentences I'd never imagined saying to my daughter'," he murmured thoughtfully, making her laugh out loud.

He couldn't help joining in.

*****

It seemed that sucking his cock had sated Rebecca's immediate appetite somewhat, and they had a surprisingly normal Saturday afternoon - apart from the fact that she kept strutting around the house in that shiny metal chastity belt, remarking loudly whenever he wasn't in the same room as her that she'd certainly be rubbing herself stupid right now if he hadn't locked up her lady parts.

He knew she was saying that to let him know that she loved it, and that she wouldn't mind wearing the belt a lot in the future. She also seemed reluctant to put on any more clothes as long as it was just the two of them in the house anyway. He did manage to convince her to dress up before dinner - which was probably for the best, since they'd decided to eat out.

She insisted on keeping the belt on underneath her clothes, though, and despite the cold, she put on the fishnet stockings she'd recently bought along with her one pair of high heels and a short skirt that hugged her curves, stating her deliberate intention to look as slutty as socially acceptable. John put on some of his more formal work wear, looking very much like a successful mid-level businessman.

John chose a very down-to-earth diner on the far side of town - a little distance outside city limits, actually - that made simple but delicious food, didn't get a lot of customers, and which he had eaten at a few times before, but only on his own, and not recently. The drive took a while.

"We can get as saucy as we want," Rebecca suddenly realized out loud on the way, sounding very pleased about that. "No one knows us there," she added with a suggestive grin.

John nodded with a smile. That was exactly why he'd opted for that particular venue.

Rebecca scrutinized her outfit with a critical eye before continuing.

"I could probably pass for a call girl in these clothes," she reasoned. "Anyone watching will just think I'm your paid date for the evening. Good thinking, daddy!" she exclaimed. "Um... I do look like a whore, right?" she asked uncertainly after a moment's pause.

"A very expensive one," he chuckled, mentally adding yet another entry on the list of things fathers didn't usually say to their daughters.

"Thank you!" she beamed, apparently gratified by a compliment that would have made most other women go buy a drink just to throw it in his face.

*****

The meal was good, but the company was better.

Rebecca slipped effortlessly into the role of the hot young high-end escort paid for a full night by the middle-aged businessman who'd just earned a bonus. She made sure to act the part, always sitting in a way that accentuated her amazing figure, drawing glances from several of the other male customers - and even one of the women, too, she was happy to notice.

The stone-faced and tired-looking woman behind the counter, however, had the distinct air of someone who wouldn't even deign to notice an invading army unless it decided to order something.

The best thing was when they kissed. Deeply and passionately. Unapologetically. In plain sight. Sure, no one here knew them, but it still felt so liberating to be able to do it without anyone looking twice.

Okay, so some of the other customers did look twice, but it was mostly the men, and they looked like they were thinking lucky bastard, which she took as a compliment.

Well, apart from one austere bulldog-faced older woman who was there with her husband, and who kept throwing them judgmental glances and whispering urgently to her significant other, who sat with his back to them. Rebecca was amused to note that, on the couple of occasions where she insisted he turn discreetly around to look, he seemed to focus a lot more on ogling her body than on maintaining a disapproving expression.

After emptying their plates, John paid the bill and left a generous tip, and they got up to leave. On their way out, Rebecca noticed the woman's cold stare and blew her a kiss, batting her eyelashes at her. She suppressed a laugh at her shocked expression, and then another one as her husband turned around to see what it was all about and took the opportunity to give her backside a wistful once-over.

She gave her butt a little shake for his benefit as they exited the door. John had apparently also noticed, because he chose that moment to give her a resounding slap on the ass, making her yelp and then giggle as they went out into the cool autumn air.

Outside, Rebecca practically broke down laughing and then jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and sharing another deep kiss with him between further bursts of laughter.

He carried her back to the waiting car, sparing a final look in through the window at the now red-faced woman, who seemed to have turned her considerable ire on her husband, berating the poor guy for his clearly insufficient indignation.

*****

The drive home took a while, but it didn't seem so. She kept making her dad laugh with her impression of the disapproving woman at the diner, as well as her theory that she'd only been that annoyed because she knew that her poor husband wouldn't be forgetting Rebecca in a hurry.

She also had to admit that the looks the other patrons had kept sending her had made her feel sexy, and the constant feeling of the metal of her chastity belt between her legs just added to it. Like she was such a slut that she had to wear it to prevent her from fucking every man she came across.

Delicious.

She did get impatient as they neared the darkened house. She couldn't wait for what would come next. She was silent for a while, considering how she wanted him to make her cum. It wasn't easy - there were so many wonderful possibilities - but she finally arrived at a conclusion.

"I want you to lick my pussy," she stated decisively with absolutely no warning as he was backing into the driveway. John unintentionally depressed the brake somewhat further than he'd intended, making both their heads bounce off the headrests. "Once we get inside the house," she laughed. "I'm not that much of a slut. Yet."

He grinned, shaking his head as he finished parking the car.

"You got it, baby girl," he said as he turned off the engine.

They narrowly managed to act normal on their way to the door, but as soon as they were inside and had shut it behind them, they flew into each other's arms, kissing and touching uninhibitedly, their sighs and moans mingling with each other. His hands were all over her body - her neck, her breasts, her waist, her hips, her ass, between her legs.

It took them a while to get up the stairs, leaving a line of discarded clothes in their wake as they made their way to his bedroom, practically joined at the lips the whole time. She was naked apart from the fishnets and the chastity belt as they finally found themselves at the foot of the king-size bed that he's once shared with Kendra. Ours now, Rebecca thought.

"Do you want me to - " Rebecca began, indicating her stockings.

"Leave them on," John breathed between kisses. "You look hot in them."

"I look like a whore, you mean," she grinned wickedly. "Kinky boy," she breathed as he kissed her neck and cupped her ass, lifting her onto the bed.

"Please tell me you got the key handy," she moaned, reclining on the soft mattress, spreading her legs and pulling ineffectually at the metal belt as he dragged off his t-shirt.

As he discarded it, she saw a fine chain around his neck holding a small key. He held it up between his fingers and smiled at her. She found it immensely endearing and extremely hot that he kept it like that, worn over his heart like a bible-thumper might wear a cross. She had a sudden and irrepressible urge to finger herself, but she was still locked in the belt, so she reached back and pushed it into her ass instead.

"Rebecca," he chided, chuckling, "what did I tell you about that?"

"Um. That it's inappropriate for a young lady to finger her own ass?" she said, trying for innocence but missing by a very wide mark. She didn't stop. She wasn't sure if she even could.

"Do I really have to tie your hands?" he asked. His tone was joking, but she knew it was a serious offer.

"Maybe you better," she breathed. "I-I don't think I can keep my hands off you otherwise."

"Well, we can't have that," he chuckled and went over to the cupboard, retrieving a length of soft white rope.

"That looks new," she commented as he took hold of her wrists and began tying them together.

"I bought it just for you," he smiled. "I thought my slutty daughter might need some help keeping her hands to herself. Or off herself," he added with another chuckle.

It didn't take him long to secure her wrists. She felt wonderfully helpless as he stood back to admire his work, and she couldn't help squirming, spreading her legs invitingly for him. He was still wearing his boxers as he climbed onto the bed.

"Lose the underwear," she said. "Please? I-I want you to be naked."

"Anything for my precious little girl," he said, pulling them off. She gasped and shivered as she saw he was fully hard - nothing made her more excited than to see the effect she had on him.

"Yesss," she whispered as he sat down again between her squirming legs and took firm hold of her thighs, holding her still. Oh god, how she wanted him to stick that wonderful cock of his inside her - but not tonight. That was the deal.

Still holding on to her legs, he began to caress her inner thighs with his thumbs, making her moan. She reached down to pull his hands further up, but he caught her tied-together wrists in one hand.

"Not so fast, young lady," he said, forcing her hands up behind her head, and pulling one of his big, fluffy pillows down over them before pushing her up a little so her head rested on it, her hands pinned beneath it.

As he did so, his erect cock swayed an enticingly short distance in front of Rebecca's face, and she instinctively raised her head, trying to get her lips around it. But she couldn't quite reach. He chuckled when he noticed.

"What an eager little girl you are," he grinned, deliberately staying in that position to tease her.

Realizing she couldn't reach, Rebecca stuck out her tongue and just managed to brush it across the tip before he pulled back. He drew in his breath sharply in response and reached down to cup her chin, lifting it up to kiss her again. Doing so, he exposed her vulnerable neck, making her feel like she melted in his hands. She let out a soft moan as he stuck his tongue into her mouth.

Still holding on to her chin, he trailed a line of soft kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down over the swell of her breast. She squeaked and bucked her hips as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and caught it between his teeth, biting down gently.

Rebecca was in heaven. She felt horny and helpless and sexy like never before. His mouth felt so amazing on her body, sending electric shocks coursing through her from every point it touched, and she couldn't wait for him to get down between her thighs. But her daddy - her wonderful, darling daddy - took his time, prolonging her torment until she felt she was about to explode with pure anticipation.

When he reached her abdomen, just above the straps of her belt, and kissed her there, it felt like she was falling for a moment.

"D-daddy, pleeez," she slurred, moaning under her breath, not for the first time tonight. He found it absolutely adorable when she got so excited that she lost the ability to speak clearly. "Pleez-daddyyy..."

"Patience, baby girl," he chuckled between kisses. He could smell her now - the sweet, musky, wonderful smell of her wet, needy pussy. He couldn't wait either, but he would take his time.

Just as she thought he was finally getting to the really good stuff, he moved down and kissed the inside of her thigh. She groaned, but couldn't help smiling blissfully, squirming under his expert touch as his lips trailed upwards.

She spread her legs as much as she could when he reached the cleft on the inside of her thigh, right next to the metal shield that still covered her most sensitive area. But he kept up the torture for a while yet, kissing and licking around the belt, driving her insane with desire.

She was panting and moaning constantly when he finally took hold of her belt in one hand - hitching it upwards to tease her, and making her squeak yet again as the metal plate made gentle contact with her clit - and held up the key in his other, looking into her eyes. Then he paused.

"So," he teased, "whatever should I do with you now?"

"Nlmmmh," she mumbled before focusing enough to speak a little more clearly. "Unlock me," she begged. "P-please, daddy... I-I can't... I can't take any more. Wanna cum. Wannacum. N-need t' cum," she pleaded, squirming uncontrollably.

"What a well-behaved young lady you suddenly are," he said approvingly, slowly sliding the little key into the lock. She panted heavily at the sight. He took his time, enjoying the sight of the gorgeous, desperate young girl wriggling on his bed.

"Shh," he soothed, reaching up to press a finger against her lips. She instantly wrapped her lips around it, but she did go a little more quiet.

There was a tiny click as he turned the key. Her eyes went wide, and she stared at him in rapt anticipation, her back arching. She lifted her ass up to he could unwrap the belt. A few strings of clear fluid stretched between her wet pussy and the shield as he removed it, putting it aside for now. She noticed that he put it within arm's reach, clearly intent on belting her again once they were done.

That little detail just made her even more horny.

She quieted down as she lay there, legs spread, knees raised, her toes curling and uncurling expectantly in the sheets. She was trembling. He put a soothing hand on her thigh.

"Are you nervous, baby girl?" he asked gently.

"M-meb-maybe a little," she admitted, smiling shyly and blushing. "It-it's m-my first time," she added.

"Don't worry, pumpkin," he said, leaning up to kiss her lips again. "Daddy will take care of you," he whispered. That seemed to alleviate her nerves.

"I know, daddy," she smiled adoringly up at him.

"Ready?" he asked. Her trembling increased, but she nodded vigorously. She had never been more ready for anything. She held her breath as he drew back, moving down between her lags and taking firm hold of her thighs. She could feel his warm breath against her wet folds.

"Rebecca?" he said quietly.

"Y-yes?" she gasped breathlessly, her hands clenching under the pillow.

"You can cum now," he smiled, and then he dived in.

She had no clue how long she lasted before the warm, playful tickle of his tongue against her clit sent the first orgasm slamming into her, but it was probably only a few seconds. It felt like she blacked out for a moment when it did, days and days - even months - of pent-up frustration being released in one monumental explosion of ecstasy within her.

In that instant, she couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe. She forgot her own name, and didn't know anything except that she was a girl, and that an amazingly wonderful man was giving her the most incredible orgasm that she'd ever had.

She screamed out her climax so loud that John was a little worried that the neighbors might hear her. He was glad that he had grabbed her thighs firmly, or her uncontrollably vicing legs might have choked him.

"Oh god," she gasped as the massive wave of pleasure finally receded. "Oh-oh-oh, daddy," she sobbed. "I-I'm... That was..." she fumbled for words. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she blurted, smiling down at him, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, panting, feeling tingly and buzzing and so, so relaxed.

He looked up and smiled at her.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, baby girl," he grinned. "How many days have you gone without an orgasm now?"

"Um. Ten... maybe. Eleven? I dunno," she murmured, trying futilely to get her brain to work.

"Let's call it an even twelve, then," he grinned. "And that was only the first."

She blinked as it slowly seeped into her seething brain what he was saying.

"B-but - " she started, almost a little afraid that she wouldn't be able to survive that.

"Shh," he hushed her. "Just lay back and relax, pumpkin," he said, "daddy will take care of you."

Then he went back to work.

*****

John had been dying to go down on his sweet precious girl ever since she'd shown him her wet pussy that day in the kitchen. The bare smell of her drove him crazy with lust, and he just couldn't get enough of her.

He'd been overjoyed when she'd sprung it on him in the driveway that she wanted him to lick her to her promised orgasm. Although her timing could undoubtedly have been better - had he hit the accelerator instead of the brake, he might have crashed the car.

But he didn't care at that point. After she told him that, it took a herculean effort of will not to just push her legs open right there in the car and dive headfirst down between her legs. He had never done anything as difficult as taking that short walk from the car to the front door without touching her, and when the door had finally shut the rest of the world out, they had just jumped each other like a pair of crazed animals in heat.

Lying there between her legs, listening to the beautiful sounds he drew from her lips, he was keenly aware of the way the bedsheets inched across his iron-hard cock. The sensation of his daughter's cute pussy under his tongue, her silky soft thighs in his hands, the view of her squirming body, the mind-numbing pleasure he was giving her, was all too much. He didn't have time to realize that he was going to cum too until it happened, his manhood throbbing as he released his hot load into the sheets.

He moaned her name into her wet pussy and redoubled his efforts, pushing a finger, then two, into her warm, velvety softness, fingering her as he hungrily kept up the tempo, feeling her clench as he brought her to yet another climax. God, the taste of her was amazing. Intoxicating.

He could keep doing this for hours.

*****

Rebecca completely lost count, but her beautiful daddy just kept going and going, seemingly never tiring of licking her pussy. Orgasm after massive orgasm shot through her. At one point, it got so overwhelming that she almost wanted to beg him to stop.

But she couldn't. For one thing, it felt so fucking amazing that she didn't give a damn if it killed her. For another, she wasn't sure her mouth would work even if she tried.

But finally, it was over.

She lay, utterly spent and panting, her unfocused eyes half-closed, sheened with sweat, her breasts rising and falling with her slowing breath. She felt so weak, but satisfied as never before.

He crawled up between her legs to kiss her, and she felt the faint scratch of his stubble. She could taste her own juices on his lips.

As he broke the kiss, she finally managed to open her eyes. He looked even more beautiful to her right then than she remembered, and she fell in love with him all over again, more thoroughly than she'd imagined it possible.

She knew, right then and there, that she'd never want nor need any other man in her life than her darling daddy.

He tenderly untied her wrists so she could embrace him, and they lay like that, in each other's arms, for an eternal moment, melting together.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered. "Always and forever."

"And I love you, baby girl," he answered, kissing her lips yet again. "Forever and always."

*****

It was getting very late when Rebecca stirred again. She'd dozed off for a moment, but when she woke up, she smiled as she saw John next to her, his head propped up on one hand, looking blissfully at her with those deep, brown eyes. He was idly caressing her, his fingertip drawing lazy circles on the skin of her stomach.

"Hi, daddy," she said with a warm smile.

"Hi, pumpkin," he answered.

She looked down between her legs.

"Oops," she murmured. "I guess we should have put down a towel... I totally made a mess," she said apologetically.

"Don't worry about that," he chuckled. "You're not the only one," he added sheepishly after a moment, blushing a little.

She looked down again. Apart from the wet spot she'd left on the sheets, there was another one, about where his hips had been during the marathon session.

"Did you cum?" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. "While licking me?"

"Twice," he admitted with an embarrassed grin.

"Oh, daddy," she giggled, throwing her arms around him and kissing him again. "That's so hot," she whispered, her lips touching his.

"Glad you think so," he smiled.

"Well," she said after a while, "you better lock me up again before you send me to bed so I can be ready for my big day tomorrow."

"Is that so?" he asked.

"Yes, definitely," she nodded judiciously. "I'm such a slut, I'll probably end up fucking half the street before morning unless you do it."

She wasn't fooling anyone. The look in her eyes told him in no uncertain terms that she was his, but if she loved the belt that much, who was he to argue?

"Get up on all fours, baby girl," he told her, effortlessly injecting that authoritative tone into his voice that he knew she loved. He smiled as she hurried to obey him, wiggling her beautiful butt for his benefit.

He'd have to warm her up a little first, of course.

Continued in Part 6