Your daughter, Tina

“This show is so fake,” a voice commented.

I looked up in surprise, and saw that it was just Tina, my youngest. Apparently she’d arrived downstairs without my noticing.

“What do you mean, ‘fake?'” I asked her, as she came around and sat down on the couch next to me. “What’s fake about it?”

At first, Tina just shook her head and clucked her tongue in disapproval. “Look at that: that guy just came before he even got it inside her. How would you like to be that guy? You get invited to fuck the hottest celeb on television, and you blow your load early on camera.”

“Yeah, yeah, sucks to be him,” I agreed without much interest. “What do you mean ‘it’s fake?'” I asked again. Celebrity Exposure was one of my favorite shows: fans fucking famous celebrities in public, or demonstrating weird and **** fetishes. I’d hate to think there was anything fake about it.

“You know it’s all staged, right?” Tina asked me, giving me the kind of look only a know-it-all teenager can give to a parent. “It’s not really public at all: the whole area’s actually cordoned off. The ‘fans’ are all pre-screened, and the crowd is a bunch of hired extras.”

“Aw, really?” I asked, my bubble burst. I’d always held out a slight hope that one day I’d happen upon the scene of a taping of the show, and get a chance to be one of the crowd of fans that fucked some celebrity or other.

Tina laughed at me. “You’re so silly, Dad,” she said.

Despite her obvious disdain for the show, Tina slouched in her seat and pushed her skirt up so she could rub her pussy while she watched the starlet get gang-banged. It was her plaid school uniform skirt, so I assumed she hadn’t been home all that long before I’d arrived. That meant she must have been out somewhere before coming home, since school let out a couple of hours before I got off work. Probably with Sara, her best friend. The two of them had been practically inseparable since kindergarten.

“Have you been going pantiless all day, young lady?” I asked Tina. “Aren’t you a little young for that? If you want to go nude, that’s one thing … it’s a personal choice, and anybody would respect that. But not wearing underwear … that’s pretty much an open invitation, like saying you’re always ready to fuck, with anybody, at any time. I think you should at least wait until college if you’re going to make that kind of statement.”

“This is her second time on Celebrity Exposure, you know,” Tina said, ignoring his remarks about her choice of outfit. “People are going to start talking, if she keeps doing this stuff. It’s gonna ruin her ‘good-girl’ image, if she isn’t careful.”

I frowned at Tina. Maybe I’d have a talk with Liz about our youngest daughter. This kind of thing might sound better coming from her mother.

Besides, my admonishments about modesty probably fell a bit flat while the two of us were watching a gangbang on TV together, with me stroking my hard dick while Tina rubbed her pussy. I sighed. I could never really manage to muster up much parental authority in front of the kids when I was jerking off.

Tina gave my cock a sidelong glance, and bit her lip. She abruptly got up, then shifted over to sit on my lap, lifting her skirt so that her bare butt pushed back up against my hard-on.

“Can I sit on your dick, Daddy?” she asked me. “I’m horny.”

I gave an exasperated sigh. “Tina, honey, you know your mother and I have talked to you about this. You’ve been fucking me too often; you need to spend more time with boys your own age. You’re cut off from your dad’s dick until you’ve brought home at least three boys to sleep with.”

“I fuck Sara!” Tina protested.

“That’s not the same,” I countered, trying to push Tina off my lap. Tina was pushing back with her butt, however, and eventually this shoving match ended up with my hand trapped underneath my daughter’s ass, with the knuckles of my two middle fingers snuggled up into her snatch. However, it also kept Tina from wiggling her butt any further back towards my dick, so I decided to leave things that way. “Sara’s a girl, and while your mother and I are glad you’re exploring all sides of your sexuality, especially with as nice a girl as Sara, you need to have experiences with men other than your old dad, if you’re going to have them with men at all.”

“Aw, Dad, you’re not old,” Tina assured me fondly, reaching back over her shoulder to pat my cheek, and giving me a sweet smile.

“I’m not falling for that, young lady,” I gave my daughter a wry smirk.

Tina pouted, folding her arms over her small, sweater-clad chest and leaning back against my chest to watch the show in sullen silence for a while.

At first that seemed to be for the best, but after a few minutes, I realized that the situation was more precarious than I’d realized: as we watched the gangbang, both Tina and I grew increasingly horny. She was soon squirming around on my lap, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter on my knuckles. Meanwhile, my hard dick, no longer benefitting from my stroking hand, was pressed up against my daughter’s peach of a butt, and was soon leaking precum into her crack liberally, then sliding slightly along the mildly lubricated crevice with every breath we each took.

“Wow, look at her go,” Tina sighed softly.

On-screen, the starlet whose name I still didn’t know was really getting reamed: the “fans” had managed some creative positioning, and had managed to cram two dicks into her ass, two into her pussy, and she was struggling to fit two into her mouth at the same time as well. The camera-people were having a hard time getting any clean angles in past all the bodies to see much of the action.

“Jeez, look at how much cum is in her hair,” Tina said as a camera-shot panned across a high angle looking down. True enough, the starlet’s reddish-blonde hair was entirely matted down with cum now, as if it had a thick layer of gel worked into it. “Oh, man … ungh!” Tina grunted.

I realized that my daughter was about to come, and I made a brief, feeble effort to shove her off my lap, trying to enforce the no-sex-with-dad rule we’d put in place. Unfortunately, shoving the hand that was under her into my daughter’s crotch even more firmly only served to stimulate her even more, and Tina promptly came, moaning softly as her cunt twitched and spasmed, releasing a small rush of fluid onto the back of my hand. “Yes! Daddy!” she moaned softly.

I grumbled softly under my breath, only hoping Liz couldn’t hear what was going on in the livingroom from the kitchen. I’d surely be in for a lecture, if she had.

Tina ground her pussy against my hand as she came, and the sensation of her bare butt, slick with precum, rubbing against the sweet spot under the head of my dick, was enough to finally push me over the edge I’d been riding since Ellen’s blowjob in the carpool on my way home: spurt after spurt of cum launched out of my dick against my daughter’s ass, and staining her plaid skirt as well.

I sighed.

“Five minutes until dinner!” Liz called from the kitchen from the livingroom. “Can you go tell Joey?”

I heaved a deep breath to recover myself a bit, then finally wrapped both hands around Tina’s tiny waist and lifted her bodily off my lap. Even at eighteen, my youngest daughter was a petite girl, so lifting her wasn’t all that much of an effort. If I hadn’t been so distracted by jerking off earlier, getting her off my lap wouldn’t really have been all that much trouble.

And, deep down, I had to admit that I had never really been all that thrilled by Liz’s insistence that we cut Tina off from sex with me. Sure, I agreed she was a little too fixated on her daddy’s-girl crush, and needed to get around more and fuck other boys—but I sure missed sinking my cock into my baby girl’s tight little cunt every evening after work.

“You know that stunt you just pulled was wrong, don’t you, little lady?” I asked her, stern with Tina despite my private misgivings. “You may not have had my dick inside you, but you got off on me, just the same. You know that’s against the rules.”

Tina snorted. “Don’t be silly, Daddy. You got off, too.”

“Is that talking back I hear?” I asked in my “parent” voice.

Tina sighed. “No, it was nothing,” she mumbled, looking down.

“Look at me, young lady,” I insisted. “In this house, rules must be obeyed,” I insisted, pulling my pants back up and closing my fly so that my hanging dick wouldn’t distract from my parental authority too much. “You broke a rule, and that means something. I don’t want to have to punish you, but I expect an apology.”

“All right, all right, I’m sorry! Geez!” Tina said, upset, then hurried away to the stairs that led up to the bedrooms.

For a moment I was worried I’d gone too far, but then halfway up the stairs, Tina turned, wiped some of my cum off her butt, and then licked it ostentatiously off her finger before hurrying the rest of the way up to her room.

“Tina!” I barked at her.

“Just leave her, Daniel,” Liz counseled me, having come in from the kitchen to see what the fuss was about. “You came on her?”

I groaned inwardly. “She was grinding on my lap while we watched TV. I didn’t let her fuck me. But when she came…” I sighed. “I couldn’t help busting a load on her. I did scold her, but….”

Liz sighed. “Try to keep your hands off her, until she starts playing more with boys her own age,” my wife cajoled me, then turned and went back into the kitchen. “And could you go get Joey? Tell the twins they’re welcome to stay for supper with us, but I’m sure their family will want to see them. They’re home from school for the summer, too.”

I grumbled as I headed upstairs.