Chapter 14
B.B. waited a couple of moments, then went to the kitchen. "Oh, Heather, he's so handsome! Do you really think he'll fuck me?"
"The twinkle in his eye says he can hardly wait, darling," Heather replied, smiling brightly. "We're going to have loads of fun."
"Oh, I hope so!" B.B. exclaimed softly.
She gave Heather a big wink and hurried back to the living room before Keith returned. Oh, I'm so glad Heather thinks her daddy wants to fuck me! God, he's so handsome! And so debonair. When she sat down, she let her short skirt ride up and crossed her legs to display most of one shapely thigh. I think my legs are my best feature. Might as well show him a little of what I have to offer and begin tantalizing him. Should I open a couple of buttons and show him more cleavage? No, better not. Don't want to go overboard. God, I'm shameless! But I don't care! I want to fuck him and Heather together. She shivered with horny delight. God, fucking a girl and her daddy! How kinky! I love kinky!
Keith returned with a bottle of wine. He uncorked it deftly and splashed some into a glass. He took a sip and said, "Ummm, delicious." He poured two glasses, gave B.B. one, and sat across from her. His eyes instantly went to her exposed thigh. "Heather said that you're a very special friend. Exactly what does that mean?"
B.B. smiled coyly. She uncrossed her legs and left them open. "We have a lot in common," she said.
"That could mean almost anything."
B.B. sipped her wine. "Ummm, this is good. I would like for you to teach me about wine. And anything else you think will help me make my way in that big old cruel world out there." She followed his gaze and let her legs fall open a little further.
He sipped his wine and looked between her legs. He thought he saw a luxuriant brown bush, but wasn't sure. It could be just the shadow of her dress or dark panties. "Heather's a good cook," he said.
As soon as he said it, he realized how foolish it sounded. He didn't know what else to say. He thought he knew what his daughter was up to. He wondered how she found such a foxy, ravishing girl who would keep her mouth shut about their situation.
B.B. took another sip of wine and parted her legs a little more. He's trying to hide it, but he's trying to look up my skirt. What little there is of it to look up! I wonder if he knows he's looking at my pussy. I'm glad Heather reminded me not to wear panties. At least I know he's interested. In a few minutes, I'll open my legs a little more and see what he does.
"Heather is very good at a lot of things," she said.
"Yes, I believe that," he replied. "I learn more about my daughter every day."
"That could mean anything," B.B. laughed, mimicking his earlier comment. She glanced at his crotch, tried to picture his cock. She couldn't tell much. If looking at her pussy had any effect on him, it wasn't showing. "You can be very proud of your daughter. She's intelligent and compassionate and witty and charming and a hundred other adjectives. Half of her genes come from you, remember."
"I am very proud of her," he replied. "Sometimes, she tries to shock me, but I'm very proud of her."
If you think she's tried to shock you before, just wait! B.B. deliberately squirmed and opened her legs a little further. She drank the last of her wine and held out her glass for a refill.
"B.B. is an unusual name for a girl," Keith said. "How did you come by it?"
"Some guys think it stands for Betty Boobs." She surreptitiously arched her back to make her tits stand out more. Her erect nipples showed plainly. "It's actually Betty Brooks. Betty is a common name in my family. My mother, her mother, and two cousins are named Betty. Daddy started calling me B.B. as a baby to help cut down on the confusion. Is it okay if I call you Daddy? Heather does, and I don't want to make her uncomfortable by calling you Keith."
He lifted one eyebrow. He knew why she wanted to call him Daddy. He also knew what his daughter was up to.
"Sure, I don't mind."
Heather stuck her head around the corner and said, "Daddy, I'm going to burn the meat. You have ten minutes. Why don't you take a quick shower?"
B.B. put her glass on the coffee table and stood. Her skirt stayed around the top of her thighs. She left it for a moment so Keith would know he had been looking at her pussy. She looked at him, smiled coyly, and pushed it down. "I'd better help Heather get dinner on the table."
"Yeah," Keith said, his voice husky. He cleared his throat. "You are a beautiful young woman, B.B."
"Thank you, Daddy. It's nice of you to notice."
Heather watched the interplay with amusement. "He would have to be blind not to notice," she quipped. "He could see how sexy you are even if he was impotent. And you aren't impotent, are you, Daddy?"
Keith shook his head and chuckled. "I'm onto your little game," he said.
"Since you like your meat half-raw, you'd better get a move on."
Heather looked at B.B. and grinned. B.B. raised her arms over her head and did a little bump and grind.
"You like, huh?" Heather said.
"Oh, yeah!" B.B. agreed. "I'm glad you invited me to stay for dinner. I'm even happier that you want me to do a threesome with you and Daddy. Who gets him first?"
"You're the guest, darling," Heather replied.
"You aren't going to interrupt before I get off, are you?"
"God, no!" Heather said. "I want to watch you cum on his big cock."
B.B. grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her into the kitchen. She turned her around and gave her a big hug. "Oh, fuck, darling, I'm so happy," she whispered. "I hope Daddy can fuck all night. I'm so fucking turned on, I can hardly stand it! Are we going to do each other while he watches?"
"Darling, we are going to do everything we can think of! Things that will make your head swim."
"My pussy is already wet enough to swim in!" B.B. replied with a lusty chuckle.
"Help me get everything on the table. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can play."
"Wish we had time for you to eat me right now," B.B. said.
"No way, darling," Heather replied. "You're just the way I want you. Supercharged and raring to fuck."
They put the last of the food on the table just as Keith returned, wearing a polo shirt, casual slacks and sandals.
"Well, I timed it just right, didn't I?" he said.
Heather said, "B.B., you sit there and I'll sit across from you." She held the chair at the head of the table for her daddy.
"Well, it isn't often a lady holds my chair for me," he said. "Especially such a pretty young lady."
"About time you noticed," Heather said with a grin.
"Oh, I've noticed, honey."
Heather winked at B.B., then went to her chair. Keith poured the wine. Heather put the biggest steak on his plate and filled his salad bowl.
"Hmmm, good steak, and the salad is delicious," he said.
"B.B. made the salad," Heather said.
"Why don't you stop the charades, honey?" Keith said.
"I have no idea what you mean, Daddy?" Heather said.
B.B. stuck her leg across the table and rubbed her bare foot on Heather's shin. They smiled and exchanged covert winks. B.B. knew the time was nigh and the fun would soon begin. Heather checked their plates and saw they were finished. She pushed her chair back and stood. Her bare, heavy tits swayed enticingly. Her blood heated up when she thought about what she and B.B. were going to do with her daddy.
"I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher," she said. "We can have coffee and brandy in the living room."
"I'll help," B.B. volunteered.
Keith got up and went into the living room without speaking. He, too, knew the fun was about to begin. His cock twitched and the temperature of his blood went up a few degrees.
Heather loaded a tray with coffee and brandy and carried it to the living room. She and B.B. sat on the couch, close enough for their thighs to touch.
B.B. sat up very straight, thrusting her tits out, showing them off for both Heather and Keith. She took a deep breath, drinking in Heather's aroma. She was so fragrant and looked terribly delicious.
Heather moved her knee and let it brush against B.B.'s. B.B. set her brandy glass down with shaky hands and thrust her tits out a little farther. The large mounds strained against the clingy material of her top, looking as if they might burst free any second. She returned the pressure of Heather's knee.
Keith drank his coffee and brandy and watched silently. His daughter had planned something special, and he wasn't going to interject himself and spoil it.
B.B. put her arm around Heather's shoulders and snuggled closer. She pushed her right tit against Heather's upper arm. A sweet ache spread from her crotch up to her tits. Juice gushed into her hot cleft. She opened her legs and her short skirt rode up her thighs.
Heather glanced at her daddy and smiled sexily. She turned her face toward B.B. Her hand dropped to B.B.'s lap and glided smoothly between the brunette's thighs. She aimed her mouth at B.B.'s.
Their tongues touched and their lips came together slowly. B.B.'s lips were deliciously provocative. Heather's fingers teased the silken flesh between B.B.'s knee and crotch. She ran her tongue deep into B.B.'s mouth and put her hand over the brunette's pussy mound.
"Oooooo," B.B. breathed.
Knowing that Keith was watching them make out excited her, more than she had been excited in a long time. She caressed Heather's abundant tits through the shimmery pajama top. She thrust her cunt at Heather's hand and squeezed her thighs on the redhead's arm. She sucked on Heather's tongue. Her stinging clit popped up.
Heather put her palm over B.B.'s warm snatch. Her nipples grew hard under the deft twiddling of B.B.'s fingers. Her clit erected and shot hot thrills up her cunt. Making out with this brunette in front of her daddy was awesome.
B.B.'s full, sensuous lips writhed over Heather's. Her tongue fluttered delightfully in the redhead's mouth. Their hands roamed impatiently over each other. They savored and stroked and felt, letting the anticipation build. Heather rubbed her palm over B.B.'s cunt mound.
Heather nibbled B.B.'s puffy lower lips and rubbed her mound. "Your pussy is so hot!" she whispered.
"I'm so turned on, I'm about to burst," B.B. said breathlessly.
She looked at Keith through misty eyes and hunched her cunt at Heather's hand. She reached into the top of Heather's pajamas and slowly lifted one swollen tit mound through the opening. The pink nipple peaked voluptuously as Heather thrust her chest out.
"Magnificent," B.B. breathed. "I love the way it stands up by itself. Your long, thick nipples really turn me on."
"Take the other one out," Heather said hoarsely. "I love to have them handled."
"And I'm just the girl to do it!" B.B. giggled as she lifted the redhead's other hefty tit out of the pajama top.
Heather lay back and gazed lovingly at her daddy as B.B. caressed her tits and licked her nipples. Then she sat up and unbuttoned B.B.'s blouse. She turned B.B. toward Keith and pushed her blouse open.
"Look at her tits, Daddy. Aren't they simply beautiful?" She cupped the brunette's tits and pointed the stiff nipples at her father.
Keith looked long and hard. His cock stiffened and fought with his pants. "Outstanding," he said softly.
"I hope that isn't a pun," Heather laughed.
"I think my legs are my best feature, but my tits aren't so bad, are they?" B.B. said.
"They're splendid, dear," he replied.
Heather ran her hand around and over one of B.B.'s large tits, then tweaked the stiff nipple. "Don't those pretty things look so suckable?" she said softly.
"B.B., are you doing this voluntarily? You didn't let my daughter talk you into something, did you? I know how persuasive she can be."
"I talked her into it," B.B. quickly assured him. "If you're not interested, I'll understand. I'll be very disappointed, but I'll understand."
"You've been around my daughter too long," Keith said. "She's a master of understatement, too." He stared candidly at her luscious bare tits and reflexively licked his lips. The thought of seeing her naked, of fucking such a stimulating young woman, hit him in the gut like an iron fist. More blood flowed into his cock, energizing it. He cleared his throat. "Shall we go to bed?"
A devilish little smile played around B.B.'s sexy mouth. "Naw," she replied. "Let's start right here." She got up and walked slowly, seductively, to Keith's chair. "Just think of me as your dessert after a fine meal." She unzipped his pants and extracted his erect prick. "Gorgeous," she said softly. She wrapped her dainty fist around the shaft and stroked it gently. "You've been having naughty thoughts about someone, haven't you?"
"You know who," he husked. He looked at his daughter. "What about Heather?"
"What about her? She's a big girl. She can take care of herself." She giggled at her play on words. "Or maybe not. Depends on how things go." She released his prick and pulled her dress up around her waist. "See, you were looking at my pussy earlier." She paused for a moment so he could look at her luxuriant brown bush.
"I thought so," Keith said.
She leaned back and looked at him with one eyebrow arched. "Your gorgeous cock tells me something turned you on, and there's no one here but us chickens." She pressed his cock against her slit with one hand." His cock swelled and throbbed under her palm. "Or, should I say, chicks?"
He wanted to fuck the horny young brunette so badly his balls ached. "You must think I'm a dirty old man," he said.
B.B. giggled. I know you're not a dirty old man. But you are a real stud who knows what to do with his gorgeous cock."
"And just how do you know that?"
"Heather told me."
"This is like a bizarre dream," he said. "My own daughter setting me up with a piece of ass."
"It can be as bizarre as you like, Daddy. We're all going to have a great time with each other."
"Just as I suspected," he said.
B.B. rubbed the head of his cock through her slit as she arched her back and pointed her stiff nipples at him. "Don't you like my tits?" she asked softly. "They aren't as big as Heather's, but they aren't bad, are they?" She neither knew nor cared that she had already said essentially the same thing.
He stared at the large globes of mammary flesh and his mouth watered. "They're awesome, honey," he said softly.
"Then why aren't you kissing them and playing with them? Heather won't be upset if you fuck me first. She said so." She stuck the head of his cock in her slick hole and hunched her ass forward. "Ummmmmm, fucking my girlfriend's daddy is a real kick." She squirmed her ass gently. "I love to fuck, Daddy. Don't deny me now. If I don't get off, I'll simply die."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?"