My daughter has been helping me get laid.
You have no idea how many times that I have written that sentence and then sat here and wondered just where to go after that. I have finally decided to just go to the beginning and start from there. With one exception (which I will explain later) all the names have been changed. This is a throw away account for a reason and while I feel like I have to get this all out, I still don’t want to be doxxed by giving out any identifying information.
So, to the beginning. I married my childhood sweetheart, Julia. We were next door neighbors and we knew that we were going to be together forever by the time we were ten. First date, first dance, first kiss, first fuck. First everything. We were so in love and never even thought about seeing if there was anything else.
We married on her 18th birthday, less than a month after we graduated high school. Babies one and two (twin girls) came along nine months later. Jennifer and Janice. Our parents helped out as we went to college. Then three years later, Ray came. Ray isn’t her actual name. However, it is her actual nickname. She has the brightest blonde hair. And one time, when she was about four or so, I remarked, “She is just a little ray of sunshine.” And well, the name stuck.
Ray was also the child that caused us the most angst and worry. The first two, Jennifer and Janice, were basically parenting on easy mode. They were responsible, measured, and conscientious of all those around them. Neither I, nor Julia ever had to worry about them. They didn’t party hard or do drugs or drink. When they graduated high school, we didn’t worry a bit about them. Even now, as I am writing this, they are both graduated from college and married and talking about having kids of their own.
Ray, well Ray was a completely different story. Calling her a wild child is selling that entire statement short. We spent nights and weekends wondering where she was and what she was doing. Oftentimes she would come home smelling of weed and booze and sex. It wasn’t unusual for me to do laundry and find her undergarments stained with semen and vaginal discharge.
The time Ray spent going through puberty was some of the most difficult times I and my wife experienced. We often wondered what we had done wrong or what we could do to change things. The only saving grace was that she never got pregnant and she never got a STD (at least as far as we knew). And she wasn’t one to truly hide things from us. Julia and I had been fairly straightforward with the girls about life and how sex was a part of that. And we never scolded them when they were in the middle of trouble. We might talk to them about it later, but the one rule was that they could call and we would be there, no questions asked until the sun had made at least one more complete revolution around the world.
Then Ray graduated high school and we got her into the local college. Me and Julia breathed a sigh of relief.
Two years later, my world turned upside down. A freak accident, late at night/early in the morning, took her car off the road and into a stand of trees. It killed her instantly. At least, that is what the doctors told me. It was like a piece of me died with her. There are a few weeks there where I don’t really remember anything, just impressions.
And, I’m sorry to say, I checked out after that for a time. It was a dark time for me. I drank heavily. I missed more work than I saw. If not for an understanding boss, I would have been fired multiple times over. Probably should have been. I deserved it.
But, one day, all three of my daughters were at the house and something just clicked inside me. They were taking care of me like I was a child and I realized that that wasn’t how it should be. I put the bottles down a little at a time. I even started seeing a therapist. I got my head on straight, well… straighter than it had been, and got back to life.
I even tried dating. It was mostly a disaster. My first time with a woman after Julia died, and I couldn’t even get it up. I was embarrassed, the woman was somewhat understanding, but it was just bad all around. And after another few instances of bad and embarrassing sex, I eventually decided to just focus on family and go from there. At that time, the twins were bringing around a pair of boys that they were serious about and I figured that I had better things to worry about than my sex life.
Even Ray seemed to be settling down some. She stayed home on the weekends and we had some long talks and got to know each other as actual adults. Puberty had been as much of a trying time for her as it had been for us and it actually helped me some to hear what she and Julia had talked about during those trying times. She also talked about how she had discovered herself in college. She was Bi, but generally leaned towards women. She even brought a few different girls home for me to meet. Nothing serious, just some fun she would tell me.
Then came the day that changed everything. A Friday evening. She walked into the house a little after two with a girl that was definitely not her type. Most of her girlfriends were alt-type ladies. Dark hair, dark make up, and enough rings and studs in them to set off a metal detector from a hundred yards away. This girl was the total opposite. She was as blonde as Ray and practically bounced when she came in the door. She was a petite thing with long hair and a mischievous smile that had me thinking thoughts that I probably shouldn’t have been thinking. I was willing to bet she was a cheerleader, or had at least been one in high school.
Ray introduced her as Kelly and the two of them headed up to Ray’s room. I put the two of them out of my mind for the time being and focused on the smoker and the food I was making ready for supper. The two came down for supper and we talked about how classes were going and what their schedules were like for next week and what their possible plans were for the next semester.
Supper ended and after washing up, we started to head into the living room to watch the latest super hero movie. As we were leaving the kitchen, Ray took me by the arm and spoke in a soft voice. “Just let it happen.” I had no clue what she was talking about, but she was moving towards the couch before I could actually say anything. She took one end of the couch, I took the other, and Kelly sat in the middle, leaning towards Ray.
Well, the movie started and I put her words out of my mind as good guys started punching bad guys on the television screen. Then, I felt a hand on my knee. I looked down and there was Kelly’s hand, just resting there. The girl was sitting up straight, eyes on the television. My eyes flickered towards Ray and I saw her looking at me. Then she mouthed, “Just go with it.”
Before I could say or do anything else, Kelly's hand started to move up my thigh. For a moment I was frozen with indecision. Did I just move her hand away gently? Did I say something and possibly embarrass her? However, as I was frozen, her hand kept moving. Until it reached my crotch and gave it a nice firm squeeze.
I gasped. And before my lips could close, Kelly was there kissing me. Her hand moved up, over, and inside my pants to massage my crotch through my boxers. Her lips smelled faintly of strawberry. And my brain partially shut down as seemingly all the blood in my body rushed into my cock. I was suddenly harder than I had been in years. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Ray smiling and I knew that this was what she had been talking about. I just didn’t have any clue how far Kelly was going to go.
I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed when her hand pulled out of my pants and her lips ceased kissing mine. Before I could say anything though, Kelly stood up, walked into the middle of the floor, turned towards me, and started to strip. Her shirt first, revealing a pair of small, pert tits in a black push up bra. Then her pants came off revealing the matching panties.
My mouth was dry as she took a spin in front of me. At that moment, Kelly was the only thing I could think about. She walked back towards me, pushed my legs apart, and got down on her knees. She reached in, unzipped my pants, and pulled both them and my underwear down and eventually off as I pushed myself up to make it easier for her.
I should have stopped her, I should have pushed her away. But, I was so hard. I was so horny at that moment. I didn’t even care that my daughter was just at the other end of the couch.
Kelly then took me in her mouth and it took just about everything I had not to cum then and there. Her mouth started bobbing up and down as her tongue played with the tip of my cock. Julia had given me several blowjobs over the years, but nothing like this. Kelly took me right to the edge. I could feel a little pre-cum starting to leak out and knew that I was getting close.
Again, I was a bit disappointed as her mouth disengaged from my cock, she stood up, and then back a step away. I was about to ask why when her hands went to her hip and pushed her panties down. My breath froze for a moment as her hairless pussy was displayed in all its glory. She kicked the panties to the side and stepped forward again, a condom wrapper suddenly in her hands. To this day, I have no idea where she pulled it from.
She tore it open, pulled the condom out and then reached down, placing it on my pre-cum leaking cock. Then, she stepped up on the edge of the couch, lined my dick up with her pussy, and started to ride.
My breathing quickened. My thoughts went out the window. We took each other by the hands and stared in each other’s eyes as her hips bounced up and down. She cried out. “Yes, yes, yes,” in rhythm as her pussy bottomed out with each bounce.
I could feel my cum rising. I was almost there. And then, she rose too high, I slipped out of her pussy and my cock sprung fowards. She paused in her bouncing and broke eye contact to see why I wasn’t in her any longer. Then, before either one of us could do anything, a hand reached in from the side and pushed the tip of my cock back into alignment with Kelly’s pussy.
Kelly started bouncing on my cock and the only thing I could think of was that my daughter had just touched my cock. And in that moment, I came. It was the hardest orgasm I had experienced in years. I am pretty sure I would have busted through a cheap condom. It was that hard. Kelly started to softly shake a moment later and came down fully on my cock. We kissed and just sat there for a moment as we got our breath back.
“I, uh I need to go get cleaned up,” I finally told her. She just giggled.
“Me too,” she answered.
I went up to my bathroom and pulled the condom and flushed it. My post nut clarity was screaming at me for fucking my dauther’s friend. But, my daughter had told me to go with it, and while I might regret it later, I had just had some of the best sex of my life.
I finally went back down to the living room. I didn’t see Kelly as I approached the couch. However, as I came around the end, I saw a blanket covering my daughter's waist. There was a figure under the blanket, buried in my daughter’s crotch, and my daughter was moaning in pleasure.
She looked up at me and just smiled. I went back to watching the movie as best as I could, doing my best to ignore the sounds of lapping and my daughter's moans. Eventually, Ray tapped Kelly on the top of the head. Kelly came out from under the blanket. Then, they both stood as Ray wrapped the blanket around her waist.
“Goodnight,” she said as the two headed to her bedroom.
“Goodnight,” I answered as I wondered what the morning was going to bring.
Update: I have posted what happened the day after.