Shrugging, I admitted, “She’s moved on. Hearing she was pregnant was a kick to the guts when I first heard. It’s perhaps why I let that phone call go on as long as I did, as it just re-opened quite a few old wounds. But now? I don’t really care but he was apparently healthy when born. I’d never wish ill on her or her child. If they’re happy and healthy, then that’s a good thing.”
“Maybe we should just move?” Hannah finally asked, “I mean, pack up and move to the other side of the country, change our numbers, and just leave her behind.”
“Think that’s a little extreme, Hannah,” Katie stated, chuckling to herself.
“Has she tried contacting either of you?” I wondered. They both shook their heads, though I was fairly sure they would have blocked her on their phones, social media, and any other way she could get in touch with them. “Look, I don’t mind running interference on your behalf, though I don’t really want to talk to her either. I’ll always be polite, but I’d rather not have a repeat of the last phone call we had. I let it go at the time, but I’d rather just hang up than have that sort of conversation again.” Sitting on the edge of the pool, dipping my lower legs into the water, I added, “She did ask if I’ll forgive her. Thinks me forgiving her might lead to you doing it.”
Hannah scoffed. “Fat fucking chance of that happening.” Then she met my eyes. “Hang on, you haven’t invited her…”
“No, sweetheart. Definitely not. As I said, when you were younger, I felt I had to invite her. When you turned eighteen, I thought she would have taken the hint when you wanted nothing to do with her. That last phone call left her in no doubt how you truly felt about her and your relationship. I’m not going to force it, one way or the other. If she shows up on Saturday, I’ll be polite but will send her away. And I don’t want either of you involving yourself if that happens, okay?”
They both nodded as I continued. “Despite everything, Claire and myself seem capable of being polite to each other, at least on the phone. I think she’s going out of her way to be as friendly with me as possible, probably hoping I’ll help convince one of you to speak to her. That’s not my decision and I’m not going to give advice either way. So, if she does show up, let me handle it. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” they replied in unison, trying to sound innocent. With all the anger now out of her system, I didn’t have to worry about Hannah. I think seeing Claire again would leave her an emotional wreck more than anything. I actually wasn’t sure about Katie. It wasn’t something we really discussed, but if either of my daughters was going to perhaps talk to her one day, I assumed it would be her.
“You want to fuck me, Daddy?” Katie asked, “Get some of the obvious displeasure out of your system.”
“I’m not in a bad mood at the moment, sweetie. But you know I don’t like or want to hurt you.”
“That sounds like I’m going to get a proper hard fuck.”
I met her eyes and was surprised at the desire. Lifting myself up, I made sure I glared at her, the signal I wasn’t messing around. “Up and out of the pool, on your hands and knees on the grass over here. Bring a towel.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.
“Put your hair up in a ponytail. I’ve noticed you’ve let it get longer lately.”
“So you can pull it when fucking me, Daddy.”
I watched as she got out of the pool, took off her bikini before grabbing her towel, laying it down on the grass before she positioned herself. Stripping off my shorts, I walked over to her, sitting down on my knees in front of her face. She didn’t need asking as she took my cock in her mouth. Running my fingers through her hair, I held on tight as she immediately started to bob her head up and down.
“That’s it, suck daddy’s cock,” I growled, “I’m not going to cum in your mouth though. I’m filling that tight little pussy of yours.” Leaning down closer, I whispered darkly, “I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard, Katie, you won’t be walking properly at university tomorrow.” She met my eyes and I saw nothing but lust in them. Caressing her cheek, I grabbed her hair tightly again. “But for now, you’re going to swallow my fucking cock.”
Though I was in a bad mood, it was all for show. Katie liked to mess around when we were together, open-minded about trying new things. We hadn’t gone full-on bondage or anything yet, but she had certainly proven to have a real submissive streak at times. She was the only one out of the seven girls that I’d had anal sex with. I wasn’t really bothered about it, but Katie was eager to try. I’ll admit, sliding my cock into her tight little arse was a thrill, and she’d absolutely loved it. Enjoyed more than one orgasm just from fucking her arse, so we’d kept that in mind for future reference.
Katie could also deepthroat me entirely and didn’t mind it when I fucked her face. Again, not something I did often, and I hated seeing my little girl with tears in her eyes, but whenever I stopped, she had been so turned on, her thighs were generally slick with her juices. Everything she did, she did to please her daddy and herself. And she knew enough to stop me if it was actually hurting her or it was simply too much. When she did stop me, I’d just hold her in my arms until she assured me that she was absolutely fine, she’d simply learned a limit to what she was capable of.
“You love daddy’s cock?” I growled. She managed to look up, nearly my entire length in her mouth and throat. The satisfaction in her eyes almost made me smile. “Want me to just fuck your face like your pussy?” She actually moaned. I nearly started to laugh, biting my lip for a second to stop myself. “Yeah, bet you’d like that, just blast cum all over your pretty face.”
She’d asked me once if I’d call her a little slut or whore when we were really into things. I admitted to her that I just couldn’t do it. That was one step too far for me. She was my little girl. Enjoying sex together was one thing, the ultimate taboo, but I just couldn’t call her those sort of names, particularly when the same names were levelled against their mother at certain times.
Didn’t stop from calling herself ‘Daddy’s Little Slut’ from time to time. Sometimes when we were out, she’d wear tight little t-shirts with phrases such as ‘Daddy’s Good Girl’ across the chest. I’d laugh, as I’d call her that when being intimate. Anyone else would just think she either had a bit of a kink, a sugar daddy, or really loved her father.
In a way, she was all three with me.
Finally taking my cock from her mouth, spit and drool was all over my shaft, a thin band still connecting my cock and her mouth. She took a deep breath before looking up at me, a dazzling smile. “Did I do good, Daddy?” she asked in that little girl voice both my daughters liked to use at times. It still weirded me out sometimes, but it was something they enjoyed, so I just went with it.
“Is your pussy ready for me?” Fondling herself for a few seconds, she offered three very wet fingers for me to suck on. “Oh, you are a good little girl, aren’t you? All wet for your daddy.”
“I’m always wet for my daddy,” she giggled.
Shuffling around so I was behind her, I noticed that we had an audience. Before sliding inside her, I gave her a good spanking. Not too hard, just enough to turn her cheeks a little red. She loved it, spasms coursing through her body with each slap of her cheeks. “Daddy,” she moaned, “I’m a very naughty girl.”
“Oh, how are you naughty?”
“I tease all the boys at school, Daddy. I show them my bald little pussy, knowing they’ll never get to touch me.”
That earned a spanking. “What else?”
“I flash my teachers my pussy in class. Lift up my skirt. I get so wet exposing myself, making them hard but they can’t touch me. I bet they can all smell my arousal in class though. I’m dripping constantly.”
Definite spanking for that. “Anything else?”
“I make out with my girlfriends to tease all the boys, Daddy. I can see them all getting hard watching. Then we’ll finger each other and make ourselves cum. I’ve tasted so much pussy, Daddy.”
Sliding inside her, I’m fairly sure Katie enjoyed an orgasm immediately. Leaning down to rest my mouth next to her ear, I could sense how excited she was. “I love you, sweetie,” I whispered.
“I love you so much, Daddy,” she whispered back.
“Are you ready? I won’t be gentle.”
“Fuck me hard, Daddy. I love it when you’re rough with me.”
“Hannah, grab her plug and some lube from her bedroom.”
“On it, Daddy!” Hannah exclaimed excitedly, watching her get up and practically sprint into the house.
Taking Katie by her hips, I slowly thrust into her, but buried my cock and made sure each thrust was hard. It earned a moan or grunt each time, pulling on her ponytail at the same time, slapping her arse with my other hand. I glanced at the girls watching, eyes wide open but there was no missing the desire in their faces, nor the fact they were all eager to start masturbating.
Hannah returned within a couple of minutes with Katie’s plug and the lube. Applying the latter first, Katie was soon moaning when I had two fingers in her tight little butt, still fucking her nice and slow, and not thrusting anywhere near as hard. I wasn’t planning on anal, but I knew she did enjoy the plug inside her at times. No missing the fact she was now horny and needed relief.
“Daddy,” she moaned, “Love your thick fingers in my bum!”
“I know you do, sweetie. Plug will go in shortly.”
“Okay, Daddy…”
Sliding the plug in her earned a louder moan, muttering how good it felt to have her little butt plugged again. I knew she would wear it to university from time to time, keeping herself turned on all day, so that by the time she got home and if I was there, I’d be leapt upon by a much smaller young woman, demanding I fuck her. It was at those times that I’d learn one or two new things about my daughter.