Dan Pierce - Three-way family

He remembered Linda's long thighs, and felt desire for her. There was something about her, something in her eyes, that told him she would be fantastic as a sex partner if she would let herself go. But she wouldn't for some reason. There was a deep mysterious hotness in her eyes; he had seen it many times. He suspected Linda was an erotic person, but could not get her to open up. The divorce had nit him hard, but he could not continue to live with her. Their disagreements concerning sex and his desires had become more than he could bear.

He knew, too, that Linda had not wanted the divorce. She had cried in court, watching him steadily. He had detected a pleading in her moist eyes, a pleading for understanding. But he had failed to read the sign correctly.

Oddly enough, Frank had not gone out immediately after his divorce and searched for willing women. He found himself diving into work, using it as a tool to forget his misery. At night, he lay in bed and remembered all the good times he had with Linda, missing her terribly. He would wake up on the other side of the bed, and knew it was an unconscious search for her.

Frank wanted no other woman. That was strange to him because he wanted wild, uninhibited sex, wanted a woman who would do anything under the sun. But it was not just any woman he wanted – it was Linda. She was so beautiful, so erotic in appearance. And so Goddamn cold in bed!

He saw a resemblance to Linda in his daughter. She looked like a miniature Linda to him. Those eyes were the same, smoldering with erotic promise. She was going to have the same flawless shape. Tam's expressions were the same as her mother's. She had a habit of looking at him from the corner of her eyes, that shy way, but with a hot promise, too. And the way she licked at her lips was a gesture Linda had. Many women licked their lips, but when Linda and Tami did it, it was highly suggestive. It made a man want to stick his cock into their mouth, to fuck them and come off over their tongues and down their throats. Frank new. Linda would be a fantastic cock-sucker if she would only try it once.

He saw the flash of Tami's panties, and it made him wonder if his daughter had been fucked yet. There was something about her that told him she certainly had. She was different today, somehow, in a way he could not figure out. When she had sat on his lap earlier, he had detected a subtle movement of her buttocks against him, a tightening sensation.

He watched Tami closely, speculating. She was a beautiful bundle of sex, he realized. A boy would be out of his mind not to feel her young, ripe body. Tami had everything to turn a guy on, he saw. The fine, firm young breasts, the swelling, curviness of her ass, slender thighs that were so caressable, kissable. And, the expression in her hot eyes.

It was all there, he saw. Everything a man could possibly want in a girl was in his daughter. He felt a pang of jealousy for whatever boy happened to be lucky enough to fuck her. Letting his imagination run freely, he wondered what it would be like to kiss her thighs, lick those creamy inner surfaces up to her fuzzy little snatch. Frank knew Tami's cunt would be sweet and delicious, and he felt a desire to run his tongue up her cunt, to taste it and lick it, feel her pussy convulse about his mouth. His cock started swelling, and he crossed his legs in an attempt to conceal it.

He wondered why he desired his daughter sexually all of a sudden. He didn't want anyone but Linda. At least, until now. Maybe it was because Tami looked so much like her mother. Watching her, he wondered if Tami was deliberately teasing him, and decided he had to be wrong. She had never once indicated a sexual interest in him.

Tami ran up to Frank, leaned over to kiss him on his cheek, then sat down on the grass, leaning against a tree.

"Enjoying yourself, honey?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I always like being with you, you know that."

With her knees up, the skirt had slipped, and Frank gazed at the smooth backs of her thighs, and he held his breath when he found himself looking at her crotch. He couldn't really see much – just the crotch of her panties and the slight curve of her ass, but it was a real treat, a real pleasure.

His cock was painfully hard in his pants. He felt Tami was not exposing herself deliberately, but she looked so fucking sexy that way. Maybe it was all in innocence, and then again, maybe she was doing it knowing he could see her. But that was silly, he thought. Tami was too young to know about the teasing ways of an older woman. Wasn't she?

"I wish you lived with us again, Daddy," Tami said, sighing. "I miss having you around."

"I miss you, too, Tami," he said. "But your mother and I just couldn't get along."

"Oh, I know," she said.

"Ha… has your mother mentioned our trouble?" he asked hesitantly.

"No," Tami said. "Just what you said; you couldn't get along with each other."

"It's hard for a child to understand," he replied. "But some day, when you're grown up, you will, I'm sure."

"I'm not a child, Daddy! I'm almost grown now!"

As if to prove it, she stood up straight, her shoulders arched back. Her little tits strained forth, her hips slightly jutting. "See!"

He saw. His pulse raced about wildly, and his prick throbbed painfully.

"Yes, baby," he said in a suddenly hoarse voice, "I see. You are growing up, and beautifully so, I might add."

She giggled, and flopped into his lap, her arms about his neck. She buried her face there, kissing him. "Oh, I love you so much, Daddy!"

When she had sat in his lap, he had automatically uncrossed his legs. Tami felt her father's hard-on, and she lifted her eyes and batted her lashes at him. A smile quivered on her lips. Frank felt himself blushing.

"Oh, Daddy!" she giggled, wiggling her bottom against his hard-on. "Wow!"

He tried to push her gently from his lap, but she clung to him, her tight little bottom writhing. He stared at her long and hard. Then he pulled her arms from his neck, looking about hurriedly. "Stop it, Tami!" he hissed, but there was no anger in his voice.

"But Daddy," she giggled letting him move her to his side on the bench, "you like it!"

"That's enough, young lady!" he said, trying to be stem with her, and failing. "What do you think you're doing, anyway?"

Tami pouted at her father, folding her hands in her lap and pretending shyness. But the smile on her full lips betrayed her. She couldn't stifle the giggles that bubbled forth.

"You should be ashamed, Tami," he said.

"Me?" she asked, her eyes huge and mischievous. "I shouldn't be ashamed, Daddy? I don't have that," she pointed into his lap. "You're the one with a…" She paused, then giggled delightfully, "You have the hard-on, Daddy!"

"Tami!" he said, and again failed to show anger. "Stop that kind of talk, you hear me! What's gotten into you?"

She fluttered her lashes at him. "You really wanna know?"

He gazed at her, seeing the sexuality burning in those dark eyes, seeing the wild, uninhibited promises. "I'm not sure I do, Tami," he whispered huskily. "I'm not sure I want to hear your answer."

"Okay," she murmured. "I won't tell you, then."

"I think we better go," he said.

"I don't wanna go yet," Tami protested. "I want to stay with you a while longer, Daddy."

Frank found himself saying, "We can go to… my apartment. For a little while. I should have you home with your mother for dinner."

"You could buy dinner for me," she said. "It would be like a date, Daddy. I could be your girl and you could take me out to dinner."

"What do you know about dates, honey," he said, amused.

"Nothing, really," she admitted. "You know I don't, or can't, go out with boys. I'm too young. But I know, just the same."