Hoist by my own Petard

With school over, everyone was hanging around quite a bit more enjoying the break before college. Melissa actually ended up spending more time at my house, hanging our with Thomas and Sarah, then before, because she needed somewhere to go to be out of the way of my fucking Beth. They hadn't really hung out much before, being in different classes at school, but with the temperature going up and the new pool, at least for now they were getting closer. Ashley was around a lot too, to hang out with Sarah, and I mostly manged to control myself (although there may have been a few more trysts in the pool house). Elizabeth was also hanging out at my original place a lot with Thomas. Interestingly, as long as she was at my house and no one else came with her, I was always treated as 'Thomas's dad'; a few times I would even get a call from her in the same room to ask her father for permission about something. The opposite would happen whenever Thomas was over at Elizabeth's house when I was. The pool was turning out to be my best addition to the house, as everyone was enjoying it and I was enjoying all the hot young girls in swimsuits I could watch out my window while I fucked Beth over the table while taking to my wife. Occasionally Sharon would come by too, and I could basically pick my role and everyone would go with it, even as I switched in mid conversation. Of course, I also fucked Sharon with Beth and Charlie looking on (usually casually talking about my performance), and even had Sharon and Beth both go after my dick at once with Sharon not finding anything wrong with it. Beth did make fun of me for how I never used Charlie; she kept trying to talk me into having a 'trifecta' in the kitchen.

Back when I had first met Ashley, before I had intended to have a long term relationship, I had made up a lot of bullshit for a backstory for Tom O'Malley, not really caring since I assumed I wouldn't use it. This had worked out with the house, and most of it was harmless, but one thing had stuck and had now caught up with me: Tom O'Malley's birthday was May 22nd. Ashley was determined for us to have another weekend at my house, especially since I would 'shortly be moving to Houston as my business got off the ground' so this would be our last chance (of course I would be keeping the house, as it only existed when we went there anyway).

Despite being ok with Ashley going to University of Houston after all, her parents were still being overprotective until the last possible second, and thus another excuse was needed. USC was holding a weekend conference and precollege sessions. Ashley planned to fly to LA with Sarah, then hitch a connector up to my place, where Wendy and the limo would be waiting for her. I could have just done my 'fly her myself' thing again, but Tom was not in Austin to pick her up and she didn't want to make me make an extra trip. Sarah would cover for her, hence her involvement (Sarah spun a story about late admission for me and her mom, as she was still undecided hoping to get accepted to her first choice). The planes from LA and San Fransisco on Sunday would be getting back at the same time (thanks to me), so she could rejoin Sarah at the airport with no one the wiser. If it sounds like I am going to a lot of effort for no reason, this was all Ashley's plan, with just a few tweaks to plane schedules by me to make it all more efficient, and I didn't want to steal her thunder.

Ashley teased me with hints about some big surprise present she had for me on our phone calls all week (I was 'not in town', so we were doing 'long distance', by which I mean backyard to living room, the week before the trip). I was pretty curious to see what it was, though I hoped she hadn't spent a lot of money or gone to a lot of trouble. She kept hinting that it was something money couldn't buy (which I guess made sense since she was not unaware of how rich Tom was, and had expressed concern a few times about how she couldn't get me anything nicer than I could get her).

The day came and I teleported to the house and waited on the top deck for the limo to drive up. Ashley hopped out of the car before Wendy (in driver mode, tight Grey outfit and all) could open the door for her, running up and kissing me fiercely. "I'm so excited to be back here!" she said after our kiss. "Too bad it's probably the last time, it's so beautiful here. I can't believe you are giving this up for an apartment in Houston."

"I'm nervous that maybe you won't like your present," she said, looking away demurely. "You've got all this, and I just wanted to get you something good." I laughed, hugging her. "I can't wait to see what it is. You've been hyping it all week. Whatever it is, I'll love it. Bring it inside and I'll open it," I suggested, kissing her lightly on her forehead. Ashley hesitated, and then started speaking in a rush in that cute way she does when nervous. "Do you remember, back when we first met, in your hotel room, when we talked about fantasies?" I vaguely remembered, although again that entire conversation had been off the cuff with me assuming I would just erase her memory so not caring what I said. This made me nervous, since I honestly wasn't sure what she might be referring to.

"You said your fantasy was to have two girls at once," she went on, a bit nervously. I was actually a bit relived that I had extemporized something so tame; maybe that meant she wanted to let Wendy (back in the same Latina maid from she had been before, now that she was done driving, since I wanted the experience here to be consistent) join in, since I had noticed her eyeing up the ripe Latin maid the last time she was here. I silently prayed that she hadn't called an escort service or hired a hooker, because that would be awkward. "Well, umm, that is, I didn't know what to do, .... and I remembered the way you looked at my friend Sarah that night in her bedroom... "

She waved at the car, and out stepped my daughter, smiling nervously at me. My reaction was sufficiently stunned to please them both, I guess. My mind was completely blank (I almost asked why she was here and not at the seminar like she told me, which would have broken character badly).

"I think he likes the idea, Ashley," Sarah giggled, completely misinterpreting my open mouthed loss for words. "I asked Sarah because I know she'll try anything... " she said "...and how you looked at her in the bed that time," she added, this last part a whisper in my ear, since of course Sarah didn't know she had been a **** witness to our love that one night.

"That's the polite way of putting it," Sarah said with a laugh. "Usually Ashley just calls me the school slut." I had not assumed that my 18 year old daughter was virgin; she had been on plenty of dates, but I never pried. I knew there was a good possibility that she was sexually active, but I didn't dwell on the thought; out of sight, out of mind, not my business, give the speech about making sure to use protection and carry mace and walk away. It was another matter to hear her describe herself as a slut; now I was parentally concerned, but couldn't show it. "That's not true, Sarah," Ashley insisted. Thank god, panic diffused. "I wish I were as adventurous as you are," Ashley added. Panic resume. "She's right though, I'll try anything once, or maybe twice, just ask Jason" Sarah said, grinning at me as she eyed me up. "He fucks around all the time with with his sister and her friends, so we get plenty of ideas." Panic resumed, now with the added worry about more indirect consequences of my gift to Natalie. "Too bad she never invites me to the orgies, they look fun," she added, then shook her head and went back to appraising me, neither of them commenting on how Sarah's boyfriend was having orgies without her. I was glad that Natalie had interpreted my request not to include Thomas as extending to Sarah as well. "You're right, he is cute. This should be fun," she added.

"So what do you think, Tom?" Ashley asked, grinning wickedly. "Do you like my birthday present?" Sarah pirouetted in a parody of a model's turn, showing off her form to me. "We really should have tied a ribbon around me," she said to Ashley. I stammered something incoherent, my brain not sure where to go. Before I could make more of a fool of myself, Sarah declared she was tired of waiting and wanted to see the fabulous house Ashley had been telling her about. She grabbed Ashley and pulled her down the stairs and into the house.

I sat down hard on one of the chairs, mental conflict raging. I knew what I should do, which was replace Sarah with someone else, ANYONE else that Ashley might have thought to bring (I considered Natalie but I wasn't even sure Ashley knew her and it would make no sense for the cover story anyway). Or I could just delete the whole situation and have it be her and Wendy as I first thought (I could arrange for them to have shared phone numbers and talked about it amongst themselves, maybe even get Debbie involved). I could hear Beth in my head asking me what the problem was; it's not like I even set this up, it was entirely voluntary, so why was I being such a prude? I still hadn't made up my mind later when the girls emerged from the house after their tour. They had taken my excessively long sit down on the porch as an opportunity to change clothes, and they were wearing matching white bikinis, just slightly more than thongs, though much more than that satin outfit Ashley had worn last time. Seeing the pair of them mostly naked, smiling, their bodies on display for me, their breasts outlined in shear white fabric, the contrast between Ashley's small tits and Sarah's big ones, the outline of both their pussys clearly visible... At that moment I knew I was going to fuck my daughter.

"He likes 'em," said Sarah, my face giving away my opinion of their outfits, and they began striking poses, the sexiness of the scene undercut by their giggling. Sarah stuck out her chest and rubbed her large breasts, Ashley turned and bent over so her ripe ass was presented to me. Sarah smacked Ashely's ass lightly, drawing giggles from her and a subtle moan from me. Ashley suggested we go down to the beach, but Sarah focused on the bulge in my pants. "I think he needs something warmer than that water," she said, walking up next to me and brazenly rubbing my erection through my pants. "Are you going to take care of this, or should I?" she asked Ashley, cupping my bulge through my trunks, which were all I had worn anticipating we would go to the beach. "Mmmhh, this feels like a good one."

Ashley, for all this had been her plan, seemed embarrassed, not certain about either having sex with another person watching or watching me having sex with her friend, and possibly also taken aback by how forward Sarah was being. "Ashley! Come on!! This whole thing was your idea, don't tell me you're going to chicken out now. We came all this way..." Sarah countered, seeing the look on Ashley's face. Ashley was uneasy, and Sarah was putting her on the spot, maybe trying to upstage her a little. I could almost see the wheels tuning in Ashley's head (no I didn't look), her sudden thought that she had made a mistake, that Sarah might take me away. "Ashley, first," I said decisively, moving Sarah's hand off my crotch and going over to kiss Ashley. Sarah was smiling; I got the feeling I had just passed a test or maybe played into her plan.

Ashley hugged her to me, and I kissed her deeply, her tension seeming to flow out of her as she molded herself against me. "Tom, I love you so much," she said softly.

"Okay, you guys, enough of the mushy stuff. Let's get down to some serious sex," Sarah cut in coming up behind us and pushing us toward the stairs, impatient. We all laughed as she pushed us along, unresisting. My hand dropped to Ashley's butt, almost totally bare in the tiny bikini, as I kept the other around her and let Sarah push us toward the bedroom. Sarah surprised me by sliding her hand into the front of my trunks to get a better feel, causing me to startle. "Ooh, it's a big one," Sarah said as her hand closed around my bare cock. I batted her away again so I could walk. The hand I still had around Ashley had pushed aside the top of her bikini and squeezed her small breast, causing her to sigh contentedly as we finally reached the bedroom.

"Don't wait, Tom, fuck me now," she said, grabbing my head with both hands and pushing me down onto the bed in a deep kiss, with her tongue spearing hard into my mouth. Ashley popped back up off me and ran out to the deck, bending over the railing, then reached back and pulled the thin strip of cloth that was her bottom out of the way, displaying her pussy to Sarah and I.

"I want it in my ass," she said lustily. Ashley didn't dislike anal sex but tended to prefer straighter stuff, and usually needed a bit of warm-up before taking it through the back door, so I was surprised. Then I remembered how she had been showing off her ass on the top deck while Sarah had shown off her boobs, and realized that she was competing with Sarah, her worries perhaps not completely assuaged yet. With how sensitive she sometimes was about her body, I should have expected something like this. "You do anal?" Sarah asked, clearly surprised. "Jason wanted to do that to me, but I wouldn't let him. Who would have thought pure little Ashley could out-slut me?" she asked with mock shock.

Ashley grinned in victory while simultaneous blushing beat read, which caused both of us to break out laughing. She pulled her ass cheeks wide, and I stepped behind her, throwing my pants back into the bedroom, now naked in front of both of them. I positioned my cock at Ashley's hole, rubbing it up and down her cunt a few times and tentatively pushing at its entrance a few times just to be sure, but she shook her head and I moved up to her other hole and pushed forward slowly but firmly. Ashley groaned slightly as the sphincter reluctantly yielded, and her arms tensed and hands gripped the railing more tightly. I of course made sure she was well lubricated no matter how little buildup we had done.

Sarah came up behind me, pressing herself into my back and craning her head to look over my shoulder, not a sensual move but so she could watch my cock disappear into her friend's ass. She said nothing at first, but there was a sharp intake of breath tense up against my back. When I was all the way in, Ashley smiled back at me and nodded to indicate she was ready to go. I began to slowly move in and out of her butt. I felt Sarah's' hands behind me, the location told me she had one in herself. She had begun to rub her body against me as she fingered herself slowly. "I'm going to rub my tits on your back," she said. She was true to her word, and I could feel her hard nipples rub against me through the bikini. She reached down to my groin and fondled my balls as I drove my cock into Ashley, squeezing me lightly each time I managed to bottom out in her friend's tight est hole. "I want you to fuck me real hard," she whispered in my ear. "When you're done fucking Ashley, I want you to climb on top of me and stick your cock in my pussy." The dirty talk was turning me on even more.

I was stroking harder into Ashley's ass, driven on by Sarah whispering hotly in my ear. I bent over her to grab her swaying breasts and squeezed them. Ashley was whining with passion and pushing back at each hard stroke and Sarah doffed her own bottoms and rubbed her pussy against my ass. She reached back between Ashley and me, again stroking my balls and Ashley fingering Ashley's unoccupied cunt. "Her pussy feels so tight, no wonder you like ramming your big, hard cock into it," she said. I couldn't stand the stimulation much longer. I could feel Ashley's excitement rise and I grabbed her hips to stroke harder, slamming into her ass as hard as I could as Sarah tired but failed to mach me (the positioning was a bit awkward). "Oh yeah, Tom, do it!" Sarah shouted as I pounded Ashley faster and faster, Ashley's moans turning to screams of ecstasy as I shot my load into her ass.

My cock came out of Ashley's butt with a popping sound as e sank to the floor of the deck. Sarah she got behind Ashley, who was lying on her side, and pulled her friend's ass cheeks apart to look into the still-open asshole. "I've never seen an ass that's just been fucked," she said conversationally. "It's still open. Look at the cum dripping out," she said, sticking a finger in tentatively. Ashley let out a panicked eep at feeling someone in her recently fucked ass. "Howe does it feel to be buttfucked?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "It hurt a bit the first time but not any more," She replied. "I prefer other thing but it's a good change of pace," she added, blushing at the candidness of the conversation. "Oh, so you were trying to show me up then, huh?" Sarah countered. "I saw you playing with your butt upstairs, you devil. Maybe I should try it?" she asked, giving me a sidling glace.

"Maybe later. My turn," she added, reaching down to grab me and starting to swing her legs over mine, clearly aiming for her cunt.

"Just a second, Sarah, there's something I always do for Tom after we fuck." She interrupted, pushing Sarah off me and laying me back on the deck. She leaned down and started cleaning my cock with her tongue. "That was just in your ass!!!" Sarah cried in shock, watching mesmerized as Ashley licked off my cock (although as always I had made sure it came out clean). Another point for Ashley in their contest. "If you're going to give him a blowjob, I'll let him eat my pussy," Sarah said when she recovered, squating over my face and lowering her pussy down to my mouth.

This was the moment of truth. Sure, Sarah had felt me up a bit, but this would be me doing something sexual with my own daughter voluntarily for the first . Time initiative, not hers. My own daughter's mostly shaved pussy was inches from my tongue. I could still back out now and it would just be a little (intimate) touching and nothing more. I could still sub in Wendy; no one would notice as they instantly changed places, Sarah appearing at USC in some random event or another. Looking up, I could see Sharash's breasts, as big and nearly as firm as two half-cantaloupes, sticking straight out from her chest, cupped by her bikini. And above them her beautiful face, framed by honey-blonde hair. She was smiling down at me.

"You're gonna like my pussy, babe. Guys tell me it tastes real good," she said. She put both hands between her legs and spread the lips wide, showing me the shiny pinkness inside. I poked my tongue forward and barely touched her clit. "You found the spot, babe," she said throatily, shivering. "Just keep it going." Her hands clutched the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her pussy, and I was gone. Reached up and plunged a finger into her tight little vagina, and licked several times around the base of her clit. Then I began finger fucking her hard, in time with Ashley sucking me. After a few minutes of this, hesitation gone, she began her climax, screaming in ecstasy and pulling my head tight against her pussy, bucking her hips forward repeatedly, fucking my face deep into her. Ashley looked up from her cocksucking to grin at me. "I don't know, do you think she liked it?"

"I couldn't tell, she doesn't show much emotion," I replied, playing along. Sarah grinned weakly at us. "Ha, ha, very funny," Sarah replied from the deck beside us, having fallen to the side when her orgasm let up. "You two are a laugh riot," she commented "Told you he was good," Ashley shot back, sticking out her tongue and using that to get back to sucking me.

My daughter smiled and got up on one elbow. She reached out to touch my cock, fully erect from Ashley's ministrations, stroking whatever was not in Ashley's mouth. "Does he fuck as good as he sucks?" She asked. "Even better," answered Ashley between sucks. Sarah got up the rest of the way to her knees and kissed me, her tongue going deep into my mouth. I responded by cupping her full, rounded ass cheeks, pulling her toward me. Then one hand moved up and cupped one of her large, firm breasts. Sarah broke the kiss and pressed herself against me from the side, her lush body tight against me, her hands rubbing my back, but still leaving Ashley room to keep sucking me. "That's it, babe, play with my tits," she whispered in my ear. "They're big tits, and I like guys to suck them and squeeze them," she continued, clearly having picked up on hos much I liked the dirty talk from her.

Finally she reached down and pushed Ashley clear, grabbing my cock and began giving me a hand job. Ashley gave her a cross look but backed off. "You like that?" she asked, looking me in the eye. "I'm stroking your big, hard dick. I'm getting it ready to go in my hot little cunt." The talk had gotten me hot, and I pushed her down on her back. Sarah's legs spread wide, and she reached between her legs to open her pussy lips for me. "Are you ready to see your boyfriend fuck me, Ashley?" she asked. "Well, it's too late to stop now, because I gotta have it."

With that, she put her legs around me and guided my cock into her waiting vagina. I wasn't even hesitating anymore, and I pushed in and was fucking my daughter. My cock slid easily into her sopping wet hole, delightfully tight and hot. Ashley watched with rapt attention as my cock stretched the lips wide and speared into her friend, fingering herself. Sarah pushed her crotch up harder to get me in further and wiggled her hips, trying to get me in still deeper. "You're big, but I always want more. More!" she cried, trying to do just that. I ground back at her, trying to oblige, and we pushed against each other. I turned my attention my daughter's breasts, squeezing them, then nipping and licking at her big, very erect nipples, sucking on her. She grabbed them herself, presenting them to me, caressing whiever the melon I was not currently on. "I love it when guys suck my tits," she said. I was pumping into her with long, slow strokes taking my time, since fucking Ashley's ass had taken the edge off. Sarah though hadn't been fucked yet, she wasn't slow to remind me she wanted more.

Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her insistently, encouraging harder, faster strokes. "C'mon, Ashley told me you fuck like a jackhammer." she said. "Now - give - it - to - me!" She cried thrusting back hard at me with each word. I pushed harder into her and she grunted with pleasure. "Yeah, that's it, babe, fuck me good. I'll talk dirty for you if you'll fuck me hard. I want you to slam your hot cock into my little pussy." The sight of this beautiful girl, my daughter, lying under me taking my cock and begging for more was driving me wild. The site of Ashley going to town on her pussy and tits next to us as she watched drove me even wilder. I picked up the pace some more and really started hammering Sarah's fuckhole. "That's it, do me hard. I'm wide open for you. I'm your slut. Oh my cunt's so hot! Slam me, you stud!" She cried. I drove into her harder and faster, and she was driving her cunt up hard at my cock, pulling me into her with her legs and arms, and screaming a steady stream of nonsense. "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck, cunt, fuck," she shouted; finally it turned into just a scream as she came and I hammered into her a couple more time, then filled her with my spunk.

Sarah's legs fell to the loose and she lay bonelessly on the deck. I kissed her forehead, almost fatherly, and pulled out and off her. She just lay there, her legs spread obscenely wide, breathing. Ashley had cum with us, and now she pulled me around and kissed me, her face flush with exertion. We both sat there watching my cum dripping out of my Sarah's cunt. "It looks like she'll be a while recovering, so I'll take care of her cleaning duties," Ashley put in and resumed licking my cock, enjoying the taste of her friend. "Damn, Ashley, he really is as good as you said," Sarah eventually manged, finally coming back to reality.

"Don't forget that he's mine, Sarah.," said Ashley grinning. "You only get to share him this weekend."

"He's so much better than Jason," Sarah said. "You would think with all the practice he gets from his sister, he'd be better but you could teach him some tricks. It's a good thing Ashley says you can fuck ten times a day, because I want to make the most of this weekend." I noted again that neither of them saw anything wrong with Jason fucking Natalie or her partners.

"How much have you guys discussed me? I thought I was supposed to be the 'secret' boyfriend?" I inquired, eyebrow raised.

"Just a little," Ashley said, blushing, as she lightly fisted me. "She hardly shuts up about you," Sarah countered. Ashley blushed even deeper, so I kissed her cheek. "Maybe we can set a new record this weekend," I suggested, as Ashley's hand spend up.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil.