Tumblr Daughter

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Chapter Three

What do you do when you find out your daughter and the young man you think of as your son, are lovers?

I'm really asking that question, because I had no idea what to do. It had been going on literally for years, and there was no way in the world I could pretend my kids weren't just as normal as pie in every other way a person could evaluate them on. Their grades were fine. Their social relationships were good, allowing for the fact that they had orgies in my daughter's bedroom. And let's face it. Kids who want to have orgies will find someplace to have them. You may not agree that they should be having them, but you have to admit that kids who want to have sex usually find a way to do it. So I had nothing to hang my hat on to point to and say "Look! This is ruining your lives!"

And while there may be some among you who would say "Why the fuck didn't you immediately call all the parents and alert them to these horrible goings on?" please put yourself in my position. First off, you have to think of yourself as a pervert. That's required right up front. So you're at least semi-ashamed of how you feel about all this. Now imaging going to five or six sets of parents and saying something like this: "Um ... I was cruising porn sites the other night, and I kind of found pictures of your daughter, being fucked long, deep and continuous, by my son and another kid who also fucks his sister. So I thought you might want to know."

That's going to get you nominated for neighbor of the year ... right?

So don't act all surprised that I sat there, fat, dumb and happy. Okay. I'm not fat. Nor was I happy. And you could argue about my intelligence, I suppose. But I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing. At least as pertained to anyone outside my immediate family.

That is not to say, however, that things remained the same. There were changes, some subtle, some not so much. For example, Alex and Amber's displays of affection became less guarded. If she wanted to kiss him, she did. That was on the subtle end of things. On the not so subtle end, they started sleeping together in the same room again. Just as before, sometimes it was in her bed, and sometimes it was in his.

But other than that, things were very much the same. At least it seemed that way to me. That lasted until the next sleepover, which was within a week of me finding my daughter's picture on Tumblr.

The two of them had left me alone after her astonishing little pep talk. For all I know, they went and fucked like bunnies. Sorry. Made love like there was no tomorrow. I'm only half joking. If I could find their pictures on the internet, so could hundreds of other people who know them.

Anyway, the seed she had planted in my head took root, and the pervert went back to the computer to do an exhaustive search. I eventually ended up with one hundred forty-three pictures of the kids, at least twenty of them of Amber. I also found one of Sybil, as viewed from the head of the girl whose pussy she was licking. I assumed this was Sharon, the person responsible for putting all these pictures online. Sybil's eyes were looking up at the camera, and her tongue was splitting bare pussy lips. It turned out my daughter had the most pubic hair of any of them. I guess bare and young looking is "in" these days.

I also noticed a birthmark on the left hip of the girl whose pussy was being so thoroughly licked. I filed that tidbit of information away. They were all there, each one trying what they had seen someone else do. The only one I never saw mounted on a penis was Brandi, unless you count sucking one as mounting it. She had her mouth full of both black and white cocks in several pictures.

When I got finished, I stared at the list of files in the directory I had saved them all to. I felt pretty glum, even though I now had enough material to fill my masturbation fantasies for the rest of my life. But I was glum because I was pretty sure that with that many pictures online, somebody from here in town was going to see one of them somewhere. There wasn't anything anybody could do about the pictures. Once they were out, they were out forever. I was sure they'd already been reblogged to hundreds of other sites already, even though the dates on them were all the same, and were less than a month old.

It was while the pervert was collecting more pictures of underage girls engaged in sex acts, that my daughter was calling an emergency meeting of her friends. She called it in the form of a sleepover, because that was completely normal. Of course, when the parents of the girls found out what had been happening at Amber's sleepovers, they would come to a screeching halt. So would my bank account, once everybody was through suing me.

But that hadn't happened yet, so she did the only thing she could think of, and that was call the girls together and tell them they were fucked. Both literally and figuratively.

I did not know of this impending sleepover, of course. I was too busy leering at pictures of my son, having sex with Sybil or one of the other girls. Lucky bastard.

Anyway, I somehow got through that day, and the three days after that during which I saw those subtle and not so subtle changes I mentioned. I didn't know about the sleepover until the doorbell rang. When I answered it, it was Janice, whose body I was very well acquainted with now. Janice had dark brown areolas and nipples, to go with her dark brown hair. Her breasts were modest, but those nipples were enormous when someone had been sucking on them. I had a picture of that. The pervert smiled at her and let her in.

Of course the pervert was a wreck the rest of the night, because all those girls were running around the house again. At one point, however, it got uncharacteristically quiet. That was when Amber broke the news. It kind of put a downer on the party.

Danny had been called over too. Neither of the boys' faces had ever been caught in a photograph. I found out later that was Danny's doing. He basically told Sharon that if his face got in a picture, he'd take the camera and destroy it. He was the only smart one in the bunch, apparently. Other than letting other people know he fucked the female members of his family.

Anyway, I wasn't invited into that discussion, and to this day I have no idea what they decided.

Well, actually, I know what one thing is that got decided.

That's because around midnight, hours after I had gone to bed ... a naked girl crawled into bed with me.

I got the distinct impression she had done this before. She was quite good at it. The first thing she did was go "Shhhhhh" gently when I woke up and started to speak. She never gave me a chance to tell her to get out. Instead, she kissed me while she crawled on top of me and just writhed like I had some exotic lotion on my skin, and she wanted it all over hers.

It had been a long time since hot, naked woman flesh had writhed on top of me. And I was already primed. At least the pervert was primed.

And before I even knew it, wet, scalding, clasping pussy flesh was sliding down my cock, which had somehow gotten fully erect, even though less than a minute had passed since my bed was invaded.

There's something about the sound a woman makes when she's happy about being penetrated by your penis that makes it one of the best sounds in the world. Her groan of satisfaction as she filled herself made me crazy, and I admit that I lost it. I found her breasts, and mauled them, squeezing, leaning in to nibble at them, sucking on her nipples. She liked that too, and made it very clear.

In the past, I was all about pleasing the woman. That would be Heather, my wife, who was the only woman I'd ever actually made love with. Like my daughter did, I make a distinction between "fucking" and "making love." I lost my virginity in high school, but barely remember it, to be honest. I was scared to death, and so was the girl, and it wasn't worth remembering, for either of us. But when Heather and I got married, it was like a whole new world of pleasure opened up ... for both of us, I'd like to think. She'd try anything once, just to see if it was good for either of us. If it was, it went on the menu. If either of us didn't like it, then it got discarded. And I'd gotten very good at making her happy.

But that had been years ago, and I was both a different man, and a man who was suddenly in a place he hadn't thought he'd ever be again. I admit I went a little bonkers.

I rolled her over and started grinding into her, biting her neck, not hard, but over and over. I was growling, and I was sure she'd scream any second, scared to death. It felt so good to push and be in her heat that I didn't pull out at all. I just pushed and pushed and sucked and kissed her. Suddenly her pussy pulsed, squeezing me and then letting go. She gasped and whined, a high-pitched sound that turned into a wail and I realized she was cumming hard. That acted like electricity to me and, still as deep in her as I could get, my balls let loose of years of the inability to cum in a woman. I thought my whole body would shoot through my penis and into her body.

I had no idea how loud we'd been. Well, not until the light went on and I looked to see a group of worried looking girls who had just burst into the room. I found out later they thought they were saving Sybil from some horrible fate.

Because it was Sybil I was on top of and had just flushed full of my seed. She was gasping and her hands were running all over my back, her hips still thrusting. The covers had come off of us, and we were in full view of the whole crowd. I saw Danny first, peering over the tops of the girls' heads. His upper torso was joined by that of Alex. Both boys were topless. Several of the girls were naked, including Brandi, who was at the front of the pack. She rushed to the bed.

"Are you okay?" she gasped to her cousin.

Sybil's hand came and waved in the air.

"Wow!" she gasped, as I pushed with my arms to take my weight off of her. "I never knew it could be like that!"

She rolled her head toward her friends and spoke again, panting out the words.

"Go away! Don't distract him. I want him to do that to me again!"

"You were just supposed to fool around!" complained Brandi. "You weren't supposed to fuck him!"

"Go away!" yelled Sybil.

I rolled off of her and there was a slurping, wet sound as her pussy reluctantly let go of my penis, which was covered with the milky white remnants of my ejaculation.

"You let him in you bareback!?" gasped Brandi. "Are you fucking crazy?" The whole crowd shuffled forward.

"All I was going to do was fool around a little bit ... you know ... cuddle and stuff, like we talked about," panted Sybil. "I wasn't planning on this happening." She took a deep breath. "Now get out, ... so it can happen again!"

Amber pushed her way through the crowd.

"Don't you dare give my daddy a heart attack, you slut!"

I lay there. I didn't say a fucking word. One reason was I had no idea what to say. I was naked, having just injected millions of sperm cells into an underage girl, and I was being stared at by five more underage girls, and two underage boys. Of course some of them were naked too, but that didn't give me anything to say.

What would you have done?

The kids were gone. Sybil was still there. She had her body pressed to mine, and had been kissing me. She started doing all that as soon as her friends left us alone. I still didn't know what to say ... so I kissed her back. She pulled back, to stare into my eyes. Hers looked too big, somehow. They were brown and I felt like I could fall into them.

"Thank you," she said. "That was awesome. It's never been like that for me before."

"So you weren't a virgin?" I winced as I asked the question, realizing how stupid that was. I had photographic evidence she wasn't a virgin. Oddly, she took me seriously.

"No. Mr. Peterson, my ninth grade Geometry teacher got my cherry. It wasn't anything like what you just did. I've done it a few other times, but I don't usually let guys get that far with me."

I elected not to tell her I had that photographic proof I had stared at so angrily.

"I'm sorry I forced you," I said.

She frowned. "I'm not. It was scary at first, but it was also you, and I knew you would never really hurt me. I'm glad it happened." She reached for my penis, which was still flaccid. "When can it happen again?" she asked. "Guys my age can do it again almost right away, and I know it takes older guys longer, but you're not that old."

So much for romance and sweeping her off her feet.

"Let's talk about something else first," I said. "Why did you do this at all?"

"You mean with you?"

I nodded.

She looked at my lips, and leaned in to give me a very soft, quick peck on them. When she pulled back, she licked her lips.

"I've wanted to kiss you for years. You were the first man to make my panties get damp. Before I knew who Amber was doing it with, I thought it might be you, and I was so jealous of her."

"It didn't freak you out that she might be doing it with me?" I was shocked.

She shook her head.

"From my perspective, any girl would want to do it with you. That's why I'm glad it happened, even though that's not why I came in here tonight."

"Why did you come in here tonight?"

"Amber told us tonight about how you found the pictures Sharon put on the internet. I've wanted to cuddle with you, naked for years, but I couldn't. It was driving me crazy. Even after I let you see me naked, and you got a hardon, I was too chicken to actually do anything. All the girls knew how I felt. So tonight, when Amber said you knew about us ... um ... being with the guys and all ... I said I was coming in here to cuddle with you."

"And you thought cuddling was all that would happen," I said, a little incredulous.

"I've seen Alex and Amber cuddle like that. You can just tell they're in love. I know it's silly, but I've wanted to be in love with you like that for so long that I just had to try something."

"And you didn't think I'd roll over and rape you," I said.

She blinked.

"It wasn't rape," she said. "I've dreamed of doing that with you for years too. I was just too chicken, that's all. I thought you'd laugh at me if I tried to get that to happen."

"I will never laugh at you," I said, solemnly.

"See there?" she sighed. "That's a perfect example of why I fell in love with you when I was thirteen. You've always taken all us girls seriously, instead of treating us like little kids."

"I had to be careful to concentrate on that," I said. "Because I was dreaming of getting you in bed for all those years too, and I didn't want you to know it."

She slapped me on my shoulder, and said: "Get out!"

"True fact," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm a dyed-in-the-wool pervert. I've lusted after you for years."

"Think of all the time we wasted," she said, putting a pouting look on her face.

"Let's not get ahead of things," I said. "Nobody would approve of what we just did, much less if we'd done it three or four years ago."

"I know," she said. "But I don't care. I can't wait to feel that again. Can you go again yet?" She reached for my cock again.

"Don't be in a hurry," I said. "What was all that that had Brandi so upset ... about you letting me do you bareback?"

"Oh," she said. "We have a hard and fast rule. Condoms. Nobody is allowed to do it without a condom." She frowned. "Well, nobody except Amber and Alex. Alex always wears a condom with everybody else."

"And Danny?" I prompted.

"Him too. In fact, he's the one who gets them for us. I guess they buy them in bulk at his house."

I wondered if she knew why, but decided not to ask. I thought of something else I wanted to talk about.

"So you know I saw the pictures you took at your orgies," I said.

"They weren't orgies," she argued. "Maybe it looks that way, but we only started taking the pictures to commemorate certain events. Nobody thought about putting them on the internet." She frowned. "Nobody but that bitch, Sharon, anyway."

"There were a lot of "commemorative" pictures," I pointed out.

She sat up and looked down at me. It was slightly unbelievable to me that this beautiful girl was so casually sitting there with me, naked, having a discussion about something.

"The first pictures were of all us girls losing our cherries to Alex," she said. "All of us wanted to do that. We kind of made a pact once we found out Amber and Alex had been doing it."

"I thought you just told me your teacher got your cherry," I reminded her.

"Yes," she said. "I can tell you that, but not them! I had to pretend I was a virgin. I had a reputation to think about!"

This reminded me I was, in fact, in bed with an underage girl. Still, it was a little late to worry about that.

"I see," I said.

"So anyway, that was kind of a double thrill ... you know? And the pictures were so sexy that we took a few more, and then a few more and pretty soon we were taking them all the time. We honestly didn't think anybody outside the group would see them."

I kept thinking about that picture of her lying there, freshly fucked, with her pussy gaping open.

"So you've never done it without a condom before?" I asked.

"Well, that first time ... Mr. Peterson didn't use one. But the only others I've ever done anything like that with were Alex and Danny and, like I said, they always use one. I know it looks like we do it a lot, but we don't. Not really."

"So ... are you on the pill?" I asked.

She just shook her head.

"Did it ever occur to you that condoms fail?" I asked. "And don't you think you should have told me that before you had sex with me?"

She lay back down next to me. Her soft breast felt as good pressing against me as it had looked.

"I never thought of that," she admitted. "Things happened kind of fast. I had a lot of other things on my mind just then, and by the time I realized what was going to happen, I was so excited I didn't care."

"I might have gotten you pregnant!" I said.

"I know. But it was worth it. I know what I said about Mr. Peterson, but the truth is I was so freaked out then that I only remember parts. For me, tonight was the first time I did it with anybody without a condom, and it was with you and it was so different from anybody else. I could feel it. It was incredible. It was so warm, and so wet. I could feel it soaking into me. I loved it. I knew it was crazy, but it was also you ... and that made it so special ... I just loved it. It's still crazy, but I'd let you do it again to me right this instant."

"I think getting you pregnant might not be as special as you apparently do," I said.

"No, you don't understand," she said. "It's not that I want you to get me pregnant. I don't. But I've had this monster crush on you for as long as I can remember, and my dream came true ... part of it anyway ... and I wouldn't give that up for anything. Even if you did get me pregnant ... it's worth it to me." She wiggled, rubbing her skin against mine. "But it's totally the wrong time of the month for us to worry. I just got off my period last Wednesday."

"Famous last words," I said softly.

"You want to know something weird?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I could take anything more weird than what has happened tonight," I said, smiling.

She ignored me. "Guys have been trying to get me to go down on them since I was twelve. I've never had even the least iota of interest in doing that to anybody." She kissed me. "Until tonight," she added.

Then she started kissing her way down my chest and over my belly.

It had been a long, long time, and to be honest, I had no idea if I could get it up again after the intense orgasm in which I had so dangerously offered fertilization to Sybil's allegedly non-existent egg. In fact, I was afraid it might take hours.

Perish the thought.

Her mouth was like a magic suction device that pulled minerals out of my bloodstream. My prick was rock hard within two minutes of her experimenting with fellatio. She decided she liked it, by the way, even after I reminded her that her own taste would still be on my penis. It turns out she likes the taste of pussy, and had tasted her own on other girls' lips plenty of times. One thing a lot of teenaged girls learn early is that getting your pussy eaten, doesn't generate any angst about getting pregnant. I don't even think it's a lesbian thing for some girls. It's just a heck of a lot of fun, and can be done anytime, anywhere and for however long you feel like going on.

Once she had produced an erection I was actually proud of, she looked up at me.

"I want this in me," she said.

"I don't have a condom," I said.

"I don't care," she said. "You're special."

The pervert in me grinned, and took over.

When I mounted her this time I intended to last a lot longer than last time. There was something perverse in me (the pervert?) that wanted to make this spunky, determined, confident girl beg me to stop, because she just couldn't take it any more. It's not that I wanted to break her. I just wanted her to understand that I was the alpha male, and that she needed to be careful of what she asked for, because I might assert my dominance.

I lasted through three of her orgasms and, at that point, a radiator clamp couldn't have kept me from squirting her full of my seed. It was laughable. All she had to do was whisper in my ear. This is what she said.

"Make it all warm and wet up in me again."

And presto! Just like that ... I did.

I had done a lot of fantasizing about what it would be like to bed Sybil. The rest of them too. And it turned out it was me who needed to be careful of what I wished for.

She was insatiable. Almost as soon as we caught our breath, she was sucking on me, trying to get me hard again. In all she succeeded three times during the night. I had never gone four times in one twelve hour period in my life! Prior to this I had never even gone four times in a whole day! That girl almost killed me that night.

Several times I remembered my daughter warning Sybil not to give me a heart attack.

Apparently Amber knew her friend really, really well.

Now the average reader of this kind of history (I swear every word is absolutely true!) would expect me to describe how my whole life changed, because suddenly I had an insatiable, horny sixteen-year-old in my bed every night.

Don't be ridiculous. She had parents, and if she'd started living at my house they'd have asked questions. And while she reveled in the feel of my warm semen flooding her womb, she wasn't ready to get a big belly from that.

So the fact is that, after that night, I didn't sleep with Sybil again for over a month. I was, in fact, rebuked by my daughter for repeatedly asking her when she was going to have another sleepover. That was, of course, my way of asking when I'd be able to get Sybil under me in bed again, and Amber knew it.

"I'm not pimping my friends to you, Daddy!" she scolded me one evening. Alex snickered.

"Easy for you to laugh," I growled at him. "You get to play with all of them."

"It's not like that, Daddy," said Amber, taking me to task again. "Alex lets them experiment with him. We don't have orgies every single time they come over!"

"You could have fooled me," I complained. "All I remember seeing from the last one was naked teenagers, including my son and daughter!"

Amber folded her arms and stared at me. I expected her to start tapping her toe in unhappiness. But then she dropped her arms and gave me one of those puppy smiles that gets a little girl anything she wants from her daddy.

"I know this is hard for you, Daddy," she said softly. "It's all strange, and it wasn't fair to just spring it on you like that. You've been without someone to love ... like that ... for a long time, and I know it's strange for you. And I know Sybil had a very good time too. Tell you what. I'll talk to her and see how she feels about things. How's that?"

If I would have stopped to think about things, even for only a minute or so, I'd have recognized there was no way in the world that Amber wasn't already fully aware of what Sybil thought about things. They had already gotten their heads together, and Sybil had no doubt given her friend a blow by blow - no pun intended - description of what had happened in my bed. She would also have told Amber how she felt about whether or not there were any future plans for a chapter two. So what Amber had just said to me was window dressing, plain and simple.

I just didn't take the minute to think about it. Instead, I remembered, in my mind, the feel of Sybil's firm, hot flesh under my fingers, and the taste of her pussy and nipples in my mouth, and the feel of her wet, clasping pussy as my prick pulsed and filled her with hot cream.

I went and masturbated. Twenty minutes later I did it again.

And it didn’t help that, two days later, Amber came home from school and gave me a hug and said "I'm having a sleepover this weekend, Daddy. Will you be here? Sybil wanted to know."

Of course I was going to be there. I wasn't fucking crazy!

That, of course, led to me trying to give my penis a "workout" so that it would be in shape to satisfy the girl at least four or five times. I was clearly delusional, but wasn't aware of that, of course.

Then, when Friday night finally arrived, I made sure to answer the door every time the bell rang. Every girl gave me a completely inappropriate hug when I let her in. They had all seen me naked, having just fucked their friend. I had seen them all naked, and knew that all of them, with the possible exception of Brandi, had been fucked, either by Alex or Danny. So I guess they felt like rubbing their young bodies against me, and giving me a not-so-quick peck on the lips was an appropriate greeting now.

By nine, Sybil still hadn't showed up. I was a wreck.

At nine-fifteen, Amber came to me. "Sybil called. She got tied up and can't make it until midnight. She said you can go ahead and go to bed and she'll just come to your bedroom when she gets here."

I should have taken another sixty seconds to think about all this. Yes, we'd had a tawdry, senseless, passionate night together. And if it were two adults involved, then maybe the female might react that way about a future tryst. But teenagers don't think like that. Sybil might want to have fun again - sure - but she'd also want to spend time with her friends first. It's not like I should have expected I was now the center of her universe.

But of course I did. I was a pervert, and I was just a tad on the downside of sane at that moment. What else could I expect?

Well, let me tell you. Actually, I should tell you what I did not expect ... which is what actually happened that night.

It did match my expectations for a while. I went to bed. I fell asleep. I was rock hard when that happened, because I wasn't about to waste one drop of spunk by beating off.

And when she crawled in bed with me and woke me up by sucking my dick, I was rock hard when I woke up. I was also rarin' to go. I'd been dreaming of this for weeks, and I'm afraid I was a bit aggressive about things. Basically, I threw the covers off of us, tossed her on her back, got between her soft, silky thighs, and then lanced her like I was trying to nail her to the bed. The whoosh of her "Ohhhhhh!" as I filled her had overtones of intense happiness in it, which only spurred me on.

This time I rodded her for ten or fifteen strokes, and then went in deep and stayed there, rubbing my pubic bone all over her pussy lips. I knew I was crushing her clitty, because she was mewling with the joy of it. She was just as hot, just as soft-yet-firm, and just as passionate as before.

Her orgasms came faster this time, seeming to tumble one after the other, with very little interlude in-between. She was gasping for air, but I could sense she wasn't in trouble. It made me proud I could make her pussy ripple like that so often.

I didn't even ask if I could cum in her. At that point I felt it was my right, somehow. My emotions had kicked at least three layers of sanity out from under me. I was an animal and I was breeding my chosen mate.

And it wasn't until I kissed her and jammed my prick deep in her, flooding her womb, that I realized her lips tasted all wrong. My body, on auto pilot, jerked my penis inside her as another stream of semen jetted from me into her. At the same time, my mind alerted me to the fact that while the breasts I was crushing with my chest were hot, and luscious ... they were smaller than Sybil's.

As my balls gave one last convulsive lurch, in an attempt to fully evacuate all possible stores of sperm into my lover, my nose informed me that, while the scent of her skin was familiar ... it wasn't what Sybil smelled like.

I reached for the bedside lamp and touched it. I had never understood how a touch lamp worked, but it always had, and it did this time too. The bulb came on.

I stared into the blue eyes of my daughter.

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