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After the Dance

I watched the high school erupt with well-dressed young men and women for a few minutes before pulling up to the door. For the most part I ignored the suited boys unless they had their arms around one of the many made-up teenage girls. Their dresses were, more often than not, too tight for their blossoming figures, their skirts too short, their necklines too low. I wasn’t complaining, only wishing I could take home more than one.

The passenger door opened and Rebecca climbed inside, her long skirt slit far on my side. I could see her black stocking and a bit of her upper thigh where the stockings ended, but the slit continued. She made sure her high-heeled right shoe was inside before slamming the door and sniffling, pulling her seatbelt around her ample chest, barely hidden by her black dress.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pulled away from the school, slowing down to admire a blonde girl in a blue gown.

“Michael dumped me,” Rebecca mumbled.

“What?” Michael and my daughter had been dating for a few months. I wasn’t too fond of the boy, but he knew his manners and kept his hands relatively to himself.

“He’s dating Michelle now,” she snapped. Then: “Whore,” under her breath. I pretended not to hear.

“You didn’t put out for him, did you?” I asked.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, Daddy,” she defended herself.

We went the rest of the car ride in silence. She sniffled a few times, and I put a hand on her knee, gently stroking the black stocking. We arrived at home and went inside. Rebecca was about to go to her room and change, no doubt, but I took her by the elbow and said, “Would you like some wine before bed, dear?”

She looked at me oddly, then smiled. “Sure.”

I had never allowed her to drink alcohol before, so she was both surprised and a bit excited by my invitation. I led her into the living room, where a bottle sat in an ice bucket. I popped the cork and poured two glasses of wine. We sat on the couch together, and I put my arm around her shoulder. She leaned her head against my chest and slowly sipped from her glass.

“You know, Michael isn’t good enough for my little girl, anyway,” I said.

She nodded. When her glass was empty I surprised her again by refilling it. She took another sip, then said, “Daddy?”

“Yes, dear.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t entirely truthful in the car.”

I felt myself squeeze her arm a little tightly as a flash of anger went through me. I caught myself, afraid of ruining the mood, and responded: “Really?”

“I kind of put out.”

“Kind of?”


“Tell me.”

“The long story or the short story?”

“The whole thing.”

“Remember when I went to that party last night?”


“Well, even though you told me not to, I drank. A lot. I’m sorry, Daddy, but everyone else was doing it . . . and I know that that’s no excuse, but Michael was kind of ignoring me and everyone else was having fun, so I started drinking too.

“I was really trashed and I saw Michael going into one of the rooms with Michelle. I got pissed off and followed them up there to yell at them. They were really drunk, too. When I opened the door Michael was sitting at the foot of the bed, with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His . . .”


“Yeah, it was all hard and everything. Michelle had her sweater off; she was just wearing her little whore cheering skirt and her socks. She was sitting next to him, giving him a handjob. Seeing his . . . cock . . . I was getting turned on, even though I was pissed about seeing him with Michelle. She was just looking at me, all superior and everything, and Michael was starting to say that he needed satisfaction, and he loved me, but I wouldn’t do anything for him. Michelle looked at him and she was like, ‘She won’t even give you a blowjob?’

“She pushed him down onto his back and started sucking on his cock. I was so pissed that she was just doing this in front of me like she didn’t even care. She stopped and looked at me again. ‘Come on, Rebecca,’ she said. ‘It’s fun.’

“I didn’t know what to do, but I was sure if I left them there alone then Michael would dump me and everyone would hear about what a lousy girlfriend I was from Michelle. I didn’t want her to win, so I took off my tank top and got on my knees between his legs. I started licking his cock while she held it up, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Michelle said, ‘Like this,’ and showed me how to take his cock in my mouth and suck on it. So I started to do that.

“For a while I was fighting to keep her away from his cock so that I could give him the blowjob. She stopped trying to suck on it whenever I lifted my head and pulled her panties off. She sat on Michael’s face and I knew he was licking her pussy while I was giving him a blowjob. That pissed me off, too, because I just wanted that bitch to leave. Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” I assured her. “Sip your wine and continue.”

She did so. “Well, anyway, after a while my mouth was getting tired so I just started licking the underside of his cock and Michelle leaned down across his body and was licking the other side. Our tongues touched a few times, and then we were kissing, suddenly, with his cock between us. Michael started to cum, and Michelle and I let him do it all over our tongues and lips. We were kissing some more, then, with his cum in our mouths.”

“Is that all?”

She took another sip of wine. Then, softly, ashamed, “No.”

“What happened next?”

“Michelle climbed off of Michael and started touching my breasts, kissing them, and licking my nipples. I was getting real horny, and I started touching her, too. We made out for a little while, and Michael got dressed. I wasn’t feeling angry anymore, and I wanted to have sex or something. I thought I was going to explode.

“Michael said we should go to his house, and we said we would. We walked there . . . getting dressed first, of course. Michelle and I were ignoring Michael, walking together, talking a little, and kissing and stuff. We snuck into Michael’s room so we wouldn’t wake his parents. Michael said he wanted to fuck me, but I said I couldn’t. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s alright, sweetie, don’t worry about your words, just tell me what happened.” I was getting incredibly aroused from this story, wondering just what this Michelle looked like.

“Okay, well, Michelle said she’d fuck him. He took off his clothes and lay on his bed. Michelle hadn’t put her panties back on and she sat on him and let him fuck her. Michael said he’d lick my pussy if I sat on his face, so I took off my pants and panties, and did so. Michelle wouldn’t be quiet, and I tried to be, but he made me cum twice while he was fucking her. I was facing away from Michelle and she reached around me and took off my top, and started squeezing my tits again.

“We heard some sounds from the house and someone went into the bathroom and started using the shower. We tried to be quiet, and I came again and got off of Michael. He was about to cum too, and Michelle got off of him quick and started sucking his cock again. He came in her mouth and it started dripping out and along the sides of his cock. I really liked his cum last time, so I started to lick up what she was missing. Then we kissed some more. While we were kissing, Michael passed out.

“Michelle said she had to go to the bathroom and ran out of the room. I started thinking about what I’d done, and wanted to go home. I started to get my things together, but Michelle came running back into the room, giggling. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. ‘Come on, Rebecca, you gotta see this,’ she said. I tried to get away, but she dragged me to the bathroom.

“A guy was in the shower. We could kind of see him through the glass doors. He was jerking off. Michelle took off her sweater and skirt. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked, too loudly. The guy in the shower stopped suddenly, and peeked out.

“‘Want some help with that?’ Michelle asked him. It was Michael’s dad. He grinned at us. I was still naked and so was Michelle now. I covered my tits with my arms and tried to back out of the bathroom, but Michelle put an arm around my shoulders. ‘Come on, it’ll be fun,’ she said.

“‘I have to go home,’ I said.

“‘I’ll take you girls home when we’re done if you want to take a shower with me,’ he said. Michelle nodded and stepped into the shower, dragging me in by one arm. I looked down and saw that Michael’s dad had a huge cock. It was making me horny again. Michelle started kissing him on the lips and he had one hand all over her ass. He reached past her with the other one and started touching my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples.

“‘Would you suck my dick, Rebecca?’ he asked. I didn’t want him to get pissed off and I kind of wanted to, so I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock like I had done to Michael. I looked up and saw that he was putting his fingers inside Michelle’s pussy. He was rubbing outside of it a lot too, ’cause she shaved her pubic hair. I was moving my lips back and forth on his big cock a lot, and fast.

“After a little while he said he wanted to fuck me, but Michelle said, ‘She’s saving herself for marriage,’ to tease me. ‘I’ll fuck you, though,’ she told him. I stopped sucking and stood up and got out of the way while Michael’s dad pressed Michelle against the glass doors and put his cock between her legs. She groaned when he pushed himself into her and he started pumping in and out of her really fast. He reached out for me and I let him pull me up to him. He tried to kiss me on the lips, but I pulled away and he sucked on my nipples instead.

“After a while he kept saying he was going to cum. Michelle quickly turned around and knelt on the floor, with her mouth open. He started jerking his cock near her mouth and he pushed my head down. I kissed the head of his cock and licked him until he started shooting cum onto Michelle’s tongue. I licked his head while he came, too, and got some more cum in my mouth. When he was done, Michelle grabbed me and started kissing me again.

“Then Michael’s dad turned off the shower and said we should get dressed to go home. We went and put our clothes on while he did the same.”

She finished her glass of wine and I poured another.

“Was that all?”

She looked sheepish. “Almost.”

I sighed, gently rubbing the bulge in my pants. “What else happened?”

She swallowed hard. “When we were getting dressed, Michael woke up again. He asked what was going on, and Michelle said that his father was taking us home. He got up and went with us into his dad’s car. I sat up front with his dad and Michelle sat in back with Michael. I tried to sit with Michael, but Michelle was being a bitch and wouldn’t let me.

“I kept looking back, though, and I saw that she had her hand in his pants and was whispering stuff in his ear while she jerked him off. We got to her house first, though, and Michael wouldn’t go in with her. I got in the backseat while she stumbled to her front door. When she was inside Michael’s dad continued toward our house. Michael took my hand and put it on his cock and said I should jerk him off while I told him about the shower. I was ashamed, though, and said I wouldn’t talk about it, but I stroked his cock for him a bit.

“I didn’t even notice that we had gone past our house until we were near the strip mall. Michael’s dad parked in the empty lot and stopped the car. He got out and came around to the backseat, sitting on the other side of me.

“‘What’s going on?’ I asked. I tried to get out, but I couldn’t get over them.

“‘Relax, Rebecca,’ Michael’s dad said. ‘We just want to fuck you, precious.’

“‘No!’ I insisted. ‘I won’t have sex with either of you. Leave me alone.’ Michael had his cock all the way gaziantep escort out now. It seemed bigger than before. I was still jerking him off and didn’t even realize it. I took my hand away.

“‘Okay, okay,” Michael’s dad said. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. We aren’t going to force you. Would you suck our cocks some more, though?’

“Michael was taking off his pants, and his dad started taking his own off, too, and I knew that I couldn’t refuse them, even though I wanted to go home. When they both had their pants and underwear off, I knew I was horny again, too. Everything was so new, but I realized I loved sucking their cocks . . . and how their cum tasted.

“So I did it. Michael’s dad pulled my head down to his lap and I started sucking his cock first. Michael got up and made the passenger seat flip forward to give him more room. He rubbed his cock on my cheek until I started sucking his, leaving his dad’s poking into my hair for a while. His dad held my face while Michael did all the actions, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Then he stopped and I went back to sucking on his dad.

“They sat me down in the center seat and took turns fucking my mouth. I was really sore, but I liked the way they groaned when I was kissing and licking their dicks. Michael said he was about to cum and his dad said I should close my eyes and my mouth. I told him I wanted to taste his cum, but Michael’s dad insisted that I’d had enough in my mouth and that now it was time to see it all over my face. I did what he told me and I felt warm cum spraying all over my lips, cheeks, chin, and everywhere.

“Then a cock was back at my lips and I opened my mouth, tasting some of the cum slip inside, while Michael’s dad went back to fucking my mouth. I felt him brush cum from my eyelids and wipe it on my cheek. He said I could open my eyes, and I did, until he was done with my mouth. He started jerking in front of my face and I closed my eyes again while he sprayed his cum on my forehead and on my nose and cheeks. When he was done he wiped my eyes again and I just sat there, with their cum all over my face. Michael’s dad leaned into the front seat and pulled a Polaroid camera from the glove compartment. He took some pictures of me with cum all over my face and gave me one of them. He kept the rest and told me not to wipe my face off until I got home. Then he drove me home and I ran inside and cleaned up before I went to bed.”

I sighed.


“Yes, dear?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, honey. No, I’m not mad at you. It’s natural to be curious about sex, and it’s very natural to enjoy sexual things.”

“I didn’t let anyone fuck me, Daddy,” she said, still defensive.

“I know. That was good of you. You did a good job.”

She finished her third glass of wine.

“Do you still have that picture?”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Do you want it?”

“Let me see it,” I said.

She leaned over and picked up her purse from the coffee table. I admired the low-cut back of her dress. She fumbled in her purse and pulled out the Polaroid. Sure enough, there she was, beautiful green eyes open wide and slightly bloodshot, pretty lips coated in semen, clear white skin mottled with gobs of cum.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed. Hearing about it was one thing, but seeing an actual picture was too much. I was as hard as a redwood in my pants, and I had to massage my cock a bit to keep my jeans from biting sensitive flesh.

“Are you alright, Daddy?” Rebecca asked.

“Yeah, babe. It’s just . . . well, your story . . . and this picture.”

“Are you horny?” she asked, rubbing the thickness in my pants and discovering the answer for herself.

“Would you do something for your Daddy?” I asked, sinking a little lower in the couch, pressing my throbbing cock against her palm.

“Do you want a blowjob?”

“I want you take your dress off first.”

She stood up and reached behind her back, unzipping her dress. She let it slide down to her ankles, revealing that she wore neither bra nor panties. Her tits were firm and round, about a handful each, and I unzipped my pants while I admired what must have been a recently acquired trait of my daughter’s body. She caught my gaze.

“I shaved this tonight. Michelle said it made everything feel better. I wasn’t sure if . . .” she shook her head.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, the awe in my voice unfeigned. Truly her small pink cunt lips were a sight to behold. I noticed the glimmer of something wet on the inside of her thighs.

I finished removing my pants and boxers, my cock popping out, pre-cum glistening on my own stomach and cock. Rebecca looked incredible in nothing but black stockings and high-heeled shoes. She sat on the coffee table, spreading her legs wide, leaning down to me. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up the underside of my shaft. I shivered, as electrical currents seemed to infuse my body. She continued to lick me, her tongue strokes becoming faster and shorter.

I grabbed the root of my cock and pushed it toward her mouth. She took my cue and placed the head of my dick on her tongue, sucking me in-between her red lips. She went down halfway, slowly lashing at me with her tongue, bobbing her head up and down over my prick.

She pulled up, leaving her tongue under my cock. “You taste good, Daddy,” she said, kissing the head of my prick.

I stood up, consumed with lust for my daughter. I pulled her up by her waist and sat her down on the couch, pressing her back onto an arm pillow. I knelt on the floor and spread her legs, placing the outward one on my shoulder. Carefully, slowly, I ran my tongue along her cunt lips, delving into her pussy after a while in search of her bud. I found her clit and licked it furiously, cupping my lips over her naked pussy flesh and sucking hard. She moaned loudly and came after a short while.

“I’m going to have you in every way, Rebecca,” I told her.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, a nervous look in her beautiful eyes.

I climbed onto the couch, keeping her legs spread wide and pressed my cock against her pussy. I rubbed it between her lips before entering her. She gasped as I slowly penetrated past her lips. “Am I slut, Daddy?”

I drove myself hard and deep into her, shattering her hymen with one blow. She jerked up and yelped. “Yes,” I answered as I pulled back slightly. She was breathing too heavily, almost hyperventilating, so I leaned down as I continued my slow strokes, taking her tongue into my mouth, locking my lips to hers, exchanging breath with her. She calmed down and returned to her prone position, spreading her legs wider so that I could fuck her more deeply.

“Oh God, Daddy,” she gasped when our kiss broke. “Oh you feel so good inside me, Daddy. I’m a slut. I’m a slut, Daddy.”

“That’s right,” I said, pumping hard and fast inside her. “You’re a slut and I’m going to cum on your face.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she squealed as another orgasm tore through her. I pulled out, leaping up over her chest and sprayed my own semen all over her pretty little face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, taking a lot of my cum on her tongue and lips. When the spurts were done, I angled my cock down into her mouth and she gently milked it dry with her warm mouth.

I sat back down to catch my breath, cleaned off her eyelids, and gently squeezed one of her tits while she licked the cum around her lips. She sat up and seemed to be concentrating, perhaps to better feel the semen globs dripping down her face. “I’m not done yet,” I told her.

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Wait here.”

I returned in a few minutes, bottle of lubricant in hand. “Lay on your stomach,” I told her. I helped position a pillow just under her cunt, aiming her small ass up a bit. I sat down behind her, placing her calves over my lap. I gently squeezed her asscheeks, rubbed her wet cunt from behind. Then I poured some of the lubricant on one hand, tightly holding one asscheek with the other. I poured some of the lubricant into her asshole, making her moan in pleasure at the sudden cool sensation on her sensitive sphincter.

I rubbed my index finger on her asshole for a little while, finally slipping inside her with ease. She groaned as my penetrating her ass with a finger made her cum again. She was breathing heavily already while I started pressing my finger deeper inside her and pulling it out again, fucking her tight asshole with my finger.

My cock was slowly regaining its fortitude, but I still wasn’t hard enough to fuck her. My finger still poking in and out of her ass, I moved around to the side of the couch, pressing my thickening prick to her mouth. She opened her cum-stained lips and took me inside, working her tongue expertly along the underside of my cock. It didn’t take long for me to widen and lengthen within her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I warned, moving back behind her.

“Okay,” she whispered as another rush came over her.

I poured some more lubricant on my finger, pulling it out long enough to let some of the cool gel get inside her. I aimed my cock at her tiny hole, gently pressing against the slick surface. She was still too tight, and I spread her cheeks with both hands once my cock was in the right position. The mushroom cap of my head popped in, causing her to groan aloud again.

“You’re too big, Daddy,” she said as I pressed down another half an inch.

“No I’m not, honey. You’ll be fine,” I said, pressing harder, spreading her wider.

“Okay,” she said through clenched teeth. I pulled back a bit, eliciting a moan from my daughter, then pushed hard into her, sinking halfway into her ass.

It took about three minutes of slowly fucking her ass for her to grow accustomed to my thickness in her most tender of crevices. Eventually, however, I was able to fuck her at a faster, harder pace. Her ass squeezed my cock tighter than I ever could do it with my own hand, but another application of lubricant loosened her up again. I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while I thrust in and out of her ass. Her long moans and sighs deteriorated into quick gasped and whelps at every inward thrust. But the next time she came she pushed herself up by her arms and threw her ass hard against me, driving me even deeper into her. I reached around her and grasped one of her tits, the other hand still fondling her sex, while I humped her ass furiously.

I nibbled on her neck and pinched her nipple, enjoying every audible breath she made.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” I said finally, pushing her away from me. I popped out of her ass and she swiftly knelt on the floor in front of me, head tilted back, mouth open, tongue out.

I aimed my cock at her tongue and jerked hard. My cum exploded as though from a shotgun, coating her eager tongue and teeth, splashing her already sticky face in dozens of places. She swallowed my cum hungrily, rushing up to take my prick in her mouth, sucking all the excess seed from me. Finally done, she rested her head on the couch, while I watched her beautiful face, not marred but enhanced by the semen slowly dripping down it.

After a while Rebecca went to take a shower and get ready for bed. I climbed into my own bed, utterly exhausted. After a few minutes, Rebecca joined me, having put on a pair of white lace panties and cotton socks. She snuggled against my chest and I put my arm around her.

“Daddy?” Rebecca said, pressing her breasts against me.


“What should I do about Michael and Michelle?”

I thought for a moment. Then: “Well, Michael doesn’t deserve you. You should tell him to go to hell.”

“Okay. What about Michelle?”

“You should invite her over for dinner some night.”

Now Rebecca was silent for a moment, slowly stroking my leg with her soft hand. “Alright,” she grinned.

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