Daddy-daughter time with Brock and Bella

"Yeah, actually, I meant to ask you. Bella texted me just now and asked whether you and I wanted to go to the city with her and her dad. You know, just to grab some brunch and maybe do a little shopping. How does that sound?"

"Sure, sweetie, sounds like a plan. Haven't seen Brock in a while and you know how much I enjoy Bella", I said with a grin.

"You sure do, you horny old man", Rose said with a giggle and then ran away shrieking before I could begin to tickle her in retaliation, her teenage breasts jiggling freely under her tank-top. I watched her pert, naked bottom disappear into the hall as she started getting ready to go out.

"So, Rose, how's the cumrag life treatin' ya? I hardly even get to speak to Bella anymore now that she has dicks lodged in her throat constantly."

"Oh, it's awesome, honestly! I love all the attention, and I've discovered that I really, REALLY enjoy the taste of semen."

"Me too! High five!"

Brock and I grinned at each other as our eighteen-year-old daughters high-fived across the table and began swapping stories of their latest violations. We were sitting in a quiet little cafe just off the main road and had just enjoyed a lavish brunch. Brock was sitting across from me, with Rose to my right and Brock's daughter Bella to my left.

Bella was only two weeks older than Rose, so both of them were still fairly new to being fair game to anyone who took a fancy to them. Of course, to me as a proud father, Rose was the most beautiful girl in the world, but Bella was definitely a close second. She was even more petite than Rose, with long, naturally blonde hair and perky little breasts that were just a little bit bigger than Rose's, but still fit nicely into a cupped hand.

The current fad was for young girls to go entirely bottomless wherever they went, so both our daughters had their vulvas on display as they soaked in the Saturday sun. While Rose was completely clean-shaven --- a preference she had inherited from her mother --- Bella had opted for a slender landing strip, which naturally guided the eye down into her crotch and towards her tight teenage labia. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Brock and I were drinking some refreshingly cold beer, and we had treated the girls to a specialty: Each of them had before them a pint glass of ice-cold "milkshake" --- except that the milk was actually a certain other white and creamy liquid. They had spent half an hour bouncing back and forth in front of the row of studs the cafe provided for their guests, milking them and mixing their shakes exactly to their tastes before handing them off to the barista to freeze them and mix them with chocolate ice cream. Now, they were gorging themselves on the protein-rich treats while Brock and I enjoyed the view.

"Ow! Yeesh, that's cold!!"

Bella's sudden exclamation snapped me out of my daydreaming. Rose had said something funny, causing Bella to snort and spit out some of the ice-cold cumshake she had been drinking, causing a big wad of it to fall down and land directly on her exposed, tender pussy.

"Here, lemme get that", I said, grabbing a tissue and gently wiping away the cold, sticky cream. Bella opened her legs slightly to allow me easier access to her crotch, and I made sure to wipe away every last drop. After she was clean, I let my hand linger between her legs a little, my fingers caressing her inner thighs, her mound, and her pussy lips. Bella let out a barely audible moan and slid down a few inches in her chair, tilting her hips towards me.

"Rose, your dad is such a pervert", she giggled as I slipped a finger into her rapidly moistening slit.

"Bitch, so is yours", Rose retorted. "He's just not as forward about it. See?"

And with one fluid motion, my daughter lifted up her right leg to fully expose herself to my best friend and let her foot rest in his crotch, where she immediately started kneading his junk through his trousers.

In the meantime, I had pulled Bella closer towards me and now had three fingers wedged inside her teen pussy, causing her to flush and yelp and squirm around in her seat.

While the waitress cleared our table, Rose crawled under it and hungrily pulled down Brock's trousers, exposing his already throbbing erection, which she swiftly went to work on. I took advantage of the newly empty table and heaved Bella onto it, opening her legs wide so that I could feast on her juicy pink bits from the comfort of my seat.

As I looked up from between Bella's legs, her lady juices smeared across my face and chin, I locked eyes with Brock, who was forcing Rose's head into his crotch and bucking his hips upwards to cram every inch of his meat into her tight little throat. He grinned at me, and I grinned back. "I don't remember which one of us came up with that brilliant plan to get our wives pregnant at the same time 18 years ago, but I gotta say, it worked out perfectly", he laughed.

"Couldn't agree more, buddy. C'mon, let's show our daughters who's daddy."

With that, I flipped Bella around onto her belly and pulled her back so that her feet could reach the ground and her round, teen ass and glistening pussy were presented to me as if on a platter. Brock dislodged his throbbing manhood from Rose's throat and did the same thing, throwing her onto the table in front of him so that our daughters could look each other in the eyes while getting fucked silly by each other's dads.

Rose and Bella clasped hands, smiled at each other, and started making out, but their kisses were soon interrupted by the wails they started making as Brock and I began to spear their tight teenage holes.

"Unh!-unh!-oh!, Da!-ddy!, he's fu!-cking! me! so! good!", Bella panted as I drilled mercilessly into her cunt.

"I know, honey. You be a good little slut now and take it all", her dad replied as he administered slow, powerful thrusts into my daughter's quivering body.

The table was shaking as we ravaged each other's daughters, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads as they struggled to take our rock-hard cocks.

I was so enraptured by this that I didn't even notice the timid waitress as she approached us. "Excuse me, sir? I don't want to disrupt your family fun, but we have other guests waiting for a table. Feel free to use that couch by the bar for as long as you like, though." She gestured at a comfy-looking piece of furniture that looked large enough to accommodate the four of us, and so Brock pulled out of Rose, grabbed her by the waist, and carried her over while I followed with his daughter slung across my shoulder.

Brock threw Rose down so that she landed on her back on the sofa, and wasted no time inserting himself back into her, gripping her ankles which she had thrust into the air. I approached the couch from the other end and set Bella down on her knees, so that her dripping pussy was just above my daughter's face. She bent over in Brock's direction so that she could lick Rose's pussy while her dad was fucking it, simultaneously presenting her backside to me once again.

I made myself comfortable and once again entered her from behind. I briefly paused to consider the situation: Here I was, fucking my best friend's 18-year-old daughter, while he was doing the same to mine. What's more, my own daughter's upturned face was inches away from my crotch --- in fact, my dangling balls were slapping her in the face with every other thrust. As I increased the frequency of my rutting, I **** Bella downwards until her crotch rested squarely across Rose's face. Rose took the opportunity to start licking her best friend's slit, not minding at all that her own father's dick was presently sliding out of it. Intermittently, I could even feel my daughter's tongue on my shaft as she pleasured Bella's clit.

On the other end of the couch, things were looking no different. Bella had her arms wrapped around Rose's butt and was eating her out while her dad was vigorously screwing the living daylights out of her friend. She teased, licked, and sucked on Rose's clit, her own father's rod rubbing against her face as he thrust in and out of Rose's tiny hole. As Brock briefly removed himself from Rose to reposition himself, Bella took the opportunity to bury herself entirely between Rose's crotch, only to find her father's cock prodding at her face in an effort to get back inside Rose. I had long since abandoned any sense of propriety and was letting my balls smush freely against my daughter's forehead, eyes, and nose as I drilled into Bella. I could feel Rose's nose press against my shaft as she greedily sucked on Bella's clit. At one point, as I pulled out of Bella entirely for a moment and a long strand of girl cum followed out of her vulva and draped itself across Rose's face, she even cheekily arched her head upwards and gave my cock one quick, daughterly suck that ended with a smack of her lips and a devilish grin before she went back to tonguing Bella's gash.

After a while, it was just too much for Brock and I to endure. We both got up, prompting the girls to kneel down in front of the sofa while we stroked ourselves to completion. Rose was looking up at Brock with gleaming eyes, her tongue stretched out expectantly, and Bella was playing with herself and coyly sucking on her fingers while she awaited my hot load.

Brock was the first to come; with a primal grunt, he unloaded onto my daughter's face, spattering her and the sofa behind her with a pint of white stuff, not caring that a full third of it got into his own daughter's hair. She reveled in his gifts and immediately began scooping up the drops that had landed on her breasts and teasing them into her mouth.

The sight of my daughter being splashed with my best friend's man-juices was enough to push me over the edge, and I signalled to Bella that she should open wide. As my legs bucked and my balls churned, Rose leaned over Bella's shoulder and flashed me a mischievous grin, dollops of Brock's cum dangling from her chin and settling on Bella's shoulder.

"HHHnnnnghaaaa!" I groaned as my balls finally started pumping sweet release through my shaft. The sticky stuff shot out of my penis at the speed of sound and splattered all over Bella --- and also over my own daughter, who didn't seem to mind one bit. The two girls giggled and squirmed as I showered them with my juices.

Brock and I both collapsed onto the sweat-stained couch and watched our daughters swap our cum back and forth, painting each other's faces and tits until it was impossible to distinguish which wad had come from which dad. Then, they sat down crosslegged in front of us --- Bella facing her dad, Rose facing me, showing us their puffed, blushed teen pussies --- and beamed up at us, clearly proud of having grown up to become the depraved little cumsluts their fathers had always wished for.