Candy and Amanda

I woke up on the couch, and for a second I wondered why I was there instead of my own bed. Then I remembered the events of the night before (see “Candy’s Poker Party”) and how my teenage daughter became a sex toy for me and my friends. I crept upstairs and peeked into my bedroom, half expecting (and hoping) to find her still naked and sprawled out on cum soaked sheets. But she wasn’t there. The bed was made with clean linen and there was no evidence of the recent debauchery that had taken place there.

So I took a refreshing shower, put on some PJ bottoms, and padded downstairs to get something to eat. Before I even got to the kitchen, I could smell the bacon cooking. Candy was making breakfast? That’s another milestone, I thought to myself.

“Smells good.” I said as I walked in to find her in front of the stove.

She was wearing an old threadbare night shirt that was a couple of sizes too small for her. It barely covered her ass and on top hung from her tits like they were coat hooks. I could feel my cock start to twitch.

“Good morning daddy!” She said happily. “I hope you’re ready for some bacon and eggs.”

“I’m famished honey, bring it on.” I replied.

She prepared a plate for both of us and sat down on the opposite side of the small kitchen table from me. We ate in silence as I tried to decide how to broach the subject of the previous night. I had no idea what she was thinking, but she was uncharacteristically quiet, which worried me. After we finished eating, Candy put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and started to leave.

“Don’t go yet.” I said. “We need to talk.”

She turned around to face me. “OK, what do you want to talk about?”

“Sit down.” I said. “About last night…”

“Oh, that.” She murmured as she sat down opposite me.

“Listen, what happened was not…well normal.” I explained while trying not to look at her perky tits trying to bust out of her night shirt.

She looked down, and almost in a weeping voice said, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s not your fault.” I quickly responded. “Your mother put Viagra in the salsa, and well, you know what that does to men.”

She looked up, surprised. “Really? Is that why…”

“Yes, that’s why we were all so – er, aroused. Otherwise we would have never done what we did.” I said, knowing that was only half the truth.

“Oh.” She said, and suddenly looked disappointed and upset.

This wasn’t right. She should feel relieved that us taking advantage of her wasn’t her fault. Her reactions didn’t make sense to me.

“What’s wrong honey?” I asked.

Candy just sat in silence.

“Please tell me so that I can help you.” I implored her.

“I was hoping you were all hard from looking at me.” She blurted out.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. “What?”

“Don’t you think I’m pretty, daddy?” She asked.

“Of course, I think you’re the prettiest little girl on the planet.” I answered.

“And sexy?”

“Well, um, you are my daughter.” I fumbled.

“I need to know, daddy. Be honest with me.” She insisted.

“OK, if we are going to be completely honest, then yes, I do think you are incredibly sexy.” I said after a few seconds of thought.

“Then it makes you hard when I do this?” She asked as she shimmed, making her firm little titties shake and bounce under the thin shirt.

“God yes.” I muttered.

“So then it really was me that made you men hard!” She proclaimed happily.

“OK, yes. The Viagra only helped us keep our erections longer.” I replied truthfully. “So did you know about your Mother’s plan?”

“No, I had no idea. But I’m glad she did it.”

Once again I sat in stunned silence.

“Why?”

“Because it kept the party going for longer.” She purred.

So my recollections from the previous night were correct after all; she had enjoyed everything that happened, right from the very beginning. In fact…

“So, you were trying to start a gang bang the whole time the game was going on?” I asked. “Remember, we are being totally honest here.”

“Yes, that was my plan.” She admitted.

It made me feel much better that I had not raped my daughter, but instead she had seduced me, as fucked up as that sounds.

“And your friend Amanda was never really sick.” I pressed.

“Well…actually it was all her idea.” Candy revealed.

“Her idea??”

“Yeah, she thinks you’re hot – actually we both do, and were talking about how awesome it would be to, you know, have sex with you, and that’s when she dared me.”

“She dared you to do what?”

“To get you to have sex with me, of course.