Love, Lust, and Erin

Erin’s Helping Hands

Erin twisted her best friend’s nipples in her limber fingers, sighing at the jolt of warmth that it caused in her teenage twat when Casey responded with a delicious groan. Erin lay back against the big headboard of Casey’s bed, her hands encircling her best friend’s nude body. She could feel the aroused heat of Casey’s excited pussy as the gentle hum of the vibrating toy she held against her friend’s cunt overlaid the sloppy sounds of sucking from the porno on the big wall-mounted TV.

“Fuck,” Erin hissed in Casey’s ear, tweaking her horny friend’s nipple again, “just look at that little slut get her mouth used by that big dick. She loves it, doesn’t she?”

“Yes!” Casey panted, her eyes glued to the screen.

The man on the TV had a fistful of a teenage brunette’s curly hair. His big, eager penis pummeled the girl’s mouth over and over, stuffing it so full of cockmeat that the girl’s face was now a mess of spit as she struggled to keep up

“Who is that, Casey? Who is that slut getting her hot mouth used?”

Casey’s body trembled and shuddered as the vibrations in her pussy pushed her close to an orgasm, then she said, “It’s me!”

It wasn’t actually her, she knew. She’d never even had a penis in her hand, let alone her mouth. Rather, this was a clever deepfake video that Erin had put together for one of their frequent masturbation marathons. Her best friend was amazing at these things. Computers. Video. She’d started her computer science degree this week. Casey was addicted to this experience they had together, and after Erin had begun doing these edits, swapping Casey’s face in place of the porn sluts on the videos, her fascination had only grown. Masturbating alone, without Erin’s constant seductive prattle in her ears was never the same.

“That’s so fucking sexy, baby,” Erin said, “It makes my pussy so hot to watch that big-dicked older guy fuck your mouth. It feels so good to be a cocksucker, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” Casey breathed, her pelvis jerking as she came against the vibrator.

“Fuck yeah! Cum for me, slut!” Erin hissed, “You’re so fucking hot when you cum!”

Casey shook, her own hands cupping her breasts as she rode out her orgasm. Erin pulled the vibrator away, replaced it with a thick, pink rabbit, and began to slide the new toy into her friend’s willing cunt. Casey groaned with pleasure, arching her back, mashing into her naked friend’s big tits. God! She loved this! Erin knew just how to push her buttons and make her cum her brains out. Casey turned her watering eyes back to the screen as the horny man pulled his quivering shaft from the girl’s mouth and unloaded shot after shot of thick jizz onto the teen’s face. Onto her face. Casey’s legs quaked at the bewildered look on her own face on the TV. For what seemed like minutes, the man coated her face in sticky seed, then slapped his thick log against her lips, spattering the cum across the dazed dick sucker’s face.

The scene faded away, replaced by yet another in the same vein. There she was, her curly brown hair hanging sexily over her face as she gently bobbed her mouth up and down on a black guy’s throbbing manhood. Each of the videos so far, and the ones still to come, were the same theme. This was always how Erin did it. The whole week would be a single filthy theme. This week it was facefucking. She’d lost track of how many times she’d watched her own face get hammered and used by white cocks, black cocks, Asian cocks, Hispanic cocks, two cocks, four cocks. She’d watched herself take dozens, if not hundreds of loads on her face, in her mouth, on her tits. And it was only Wednesday.

“You love black dicks, don’t you, Casey?” Erin asked.

“Yes! I love sucking black cocks!” Casey squealed as the rabbit slid further into her welcoming hole.

“You love all kinds of dicks, don’t you?”

“I love dicks…”

“What’s going to happen this weekend, Casey?”

“I’m…I’m going to suck cock…”

“That’s right!” Erin agreed, “You’re going to suck your first real cock.”

Casey’s tummy did a little somersault at the feeling of anticipation. She was afraid, but her excitement at the idea of a real penis in her mouth overrode any other feeling.

“I’ve found a nice boy who can’t wait to stick his cock into your mouth,” Erin said.

“Oooh, fuck!” Casey came on the toy in her cunt as Erin tugged at her nipples.

“He can’t wait to cover your pretty face in cum! You’ll love that, won’t you?”

“Sooo much!”

Erin couldn’t wait for it either. Ever since they’d begun exploring with one another, Erin had just found the idea of her best friend acting like a cockwhore so appealing. Her pussy felt so warm and tingly whenever she saw the way Casey’s face screwed up in orgasm. The way her eyelids fluttered, and her body trembled. The way she spread her legs eagerly and her pussy gushed. The sound of her moans, the pitch of her voice. All of it was profoundly exciting. Then, there was the feeling of power that was a total aphrodisiac. Casey was so pliable and submissive when she was aroused, almost like having her own personal sexdoll. No matter how filthy or perverted the porn she put Casey into, her friend came from it. The fact that she was going to watch Casey suck her first cock this weekend was… well, she hadn’t stopped thinking about it every waking moment.

“Can you cum for me again?” Erin asked, working the rabbit in and out of Casey’s squishing pussy.

On the TV, the poor girl’s head was now firmly held between a pair of large black hands, and the man was driving his stiff prick into the struggling slut’s mouth. Drool leaked out and she sputtered as he used her suckhole.

“Look at that big cock filling up your mouth,” Erin whispered, “I’ll bet your pussy is going to cum really hard for me this time, isn’t it?

Casey agreed as she bucked against the toy and came again.

Dave’s Dilemma

Dave tapped his keyboard, his brain on auto-pilot as lines of code spilled out onto his screen. In the background, the radio news droned on about some faceless mega corporation’s efforts to lobby congress for the new “Male Rights” bill. Dave hardly paid attention. It was just noise while he worked. His new project had been smooth sailing all day. The bulk of the work had been completed over the last few months. Now, it was just tidying up before he really started to debug the thing.

His head snapped up at the sound of the front door opening, shutting, and then a moment later, Erin poked her little blonde head around the corner into the living room.

“Hey, dad!” she called cheerfully.

Dave smiled, as he always did at that. Erin was like a daughter to him. Hell, she’d been around for so long with his real daughter that she was basically family. She even had her own key. He’d always felt like a father figure to her, since she didn’t have a dad of her own. What could make a man abandon his own daughter, he wondered. It was something he’d never understood.

“Hey, you,” he replied, lacing his hands and cracking his knuckles with a stretch, “Casey’s still in class for another couple hours.”

“Yeah, I know,” Erin said, stepping into the room, “I was just bored. Thought I’d come hang out and wait. You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. It’s your home, too.”

His eyes roved over his daughter’s best friend, admiring how she’d grown up. Erin was half a head taller than his daughter. She fixed him with her icy blue eyes and flashed a crooked smile, her hands resting on her hips. Her tummy was bare beneath her tight tank top, and he caught the glint of the light on her navel ring. The same one as Casey. Those two really did do everything together. Though he tried not to, it was difficult to stop his eyes from wandering the rest of the way down her jean-encased hips and long legs. Being a single dad was tough business.

Erin plopped down on the couch next to him and peered at his screen.

“That recursive string there is going to cause you a problem in production,” she said, stabbing her painted nail at a line of his code.

He blinked and looked at what he’d written, and corrected it

“Thanks!” he said.

She beamed.

“Not just any ol’ dumb blonde!” she said and slapped his arm.

“Never doubted it!”

He shut the laptop.

“So, how are your classes?”

“I think I’ll be able to C# my way through them,” she quipped, making Dave chuckle.

“Good to see you React positively to new situations!” he countered, and she laughed at their shared, nerdy humor.

“Silly nerd,” she said, sinking onto the sofa and laying across his lap, staring up at him.

Dave sucked in a breath as he looked down into those endless blue pools, his eyes flicking across her body. She smiled crookedly. God, she was gorgeous. When did that happen?

“Just an old monkey,” he stammered, clearing his throat nervously.

“You’re not old!” Erin cried, slapping his chest. “You’re experienced. Distinguished. The perfect catch!”

“Um… thanks.”

“Seriously. I gotta snap you up for myself before someone else finds out how awesome you are.”

Dave snorted, “Oh please. You’ll snag some brainy tech start-up kid in college, and then he’ll realize you’re smarter than he is. You’ll become a Silicon Valley billionaire, and forget all about ol’ Dave that taught you Basic.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Erin said, seriously, “You’re, like, the best dad I’ve ever had. And there’s a lot more you can still teach me.”

Dave wasn’t sure if that was innuendo, but looking at the bombshell blonde draped over his lap, his mind ran unbidden to thoughts of what he could teach her. Fuck! He needed to get out more.

“I, um, gotta get something to drink,” he said, to extricate himself from the situation. His traitorous manhood was beginning to get the better of him, “You want something?”

Erin slid to the floor on her knees and said, “I sure do!”

Dave flushed and stood up, bringing his crotch just inches from her face. Sensing his unease, and deciding she’d pushed far enough, Erin leapt to her feet and said, “Gin and Tonic! And a round for all of my friends, barkeep!” She swept her arms across the empty room.

Dave rolled his eyes.

“How old are you, again?”

“Old enough for a lot of things!” she pouted, hands behind her back as she shuffled her feet cutely.

“Not for Gin and Tonic.”

“Gatorade?”

“That I can do.”

He walked into the kitchen with Erin on his heels, and made his way to the fridge, where he pulled out the drinks. When he turned around, Erin was bent over the kitchen island, tapping at her phone, legs slightly spread, her ample butt on display in her tight jeans. Those thoughts flashed back through his mind, making him shake his head as though that would clear them away. He walked around to the other side of the island and set down her Gatorade, then leaned back against the counter, far away from Erin. Unfortunately, now he could see the swelling tops of her enticing young breasts down the front of her shirt. She seemed to pay him no mind as she tapped away at her phone.

“Thanks!” she said, not looking up at him as she tapped.

“I think I’m gonna go have a shower,” he proclaimed. “Make yourself at home.”

Erin put the phone down, saying, “Ok. I’ll be in Casey’s room. She knows I’m here. Oh, and if you have time after the shower, I’d like to show you a little project I’ve been working on. Get your opinion?”

“Sure,” Dave agreed. “I’ll be in soon.”

A few minutes later, he was furiously masturbating in the hot spray of the shower, the image of those deep blue eyes and flirty smile fixed in his imagination.

Flick-Talk

Dressed in a pair of baggy joggers, Dave knocked on Casey’s half-open door. Erin called him in, and Dave found her seated at Casey’s desk in front of her computer. She swiveled the chair around to grin at him, and he noticed that her jeans were gone. She was down to just a pair of lacey pink panties and her tank top. Despite having just blown a huge load in the shower, he felt a twitch in his pants and gave himself a mental attaboy for his decision to wear something baggy. Still, the sight of those lean, perfect legs made him swallow a lump in his throat.

“You… seem to have lost something,” he said.

“Oh, well, just getting comfortable. Tight jeans might look nice, but they’re, you know, tight,” Erin answered casually.

Dave pried his eyes from the little V hidden in those panties, cheeks flushed as Erin gave him a knowing smile. Caught.

“So, what’s this project you have?” he asked, changing the topic.

Erin beamed with delight and asked, “Do you have your phone?”

Dave pulled it from his pocket and offered it to Erin’s outstretched hand. She swiped it open.

“Geez, you big nerd. Not even a passcode? What kind of IT guy are you?” she chided.

“The kind that doesn’t like waiting four seconds to tap a code.”

“Biometrics, Dave. Join the revolution.”

“And give Big Data my fingerprints? No thanks.”

“They probably took them off that glass of water you drank thirty minutes ago. The Illuminati already has all they need on you,” she whispered secretively. “And what man takes a thirty-minute shower, anyway? Have something to take care of? Are you secretly a woman, Dave? It’s ok. This is the twenty-first century. We can all accept the real you.”

Dave laughed, “Do you have something to show me, or did you just invite me here to make me feel old?”

“We already covered this. You’re not old. And, yes, I do have something to show you.”

While she’d been teasing him, Erin had been tapping away at his phone. She finished and handed the device back. Dave looked at the screen. She’d installed an app called “Flick-Talk”.

“What is Flick-Talk?” he asked.

“It’s my foray into the world of app development. It’s like a mashup of Tinder and TikTok for dating, hookups, and finding friends,” she explained, obviously proud of herself.

“You built this?” Dave asked, almost as proud, himself.

“Yup. I launched the live version three months ago, and already have 3,000 users!”

“Erin… I’m impressed!”

“Make a profile! If anyone deserves a hot date, it’s you.”

She sprang to her feet and Dave found himself being pushed onto Casey’s bed, where he sat. Erin sat close to him–very close–peering at the screen with giddy glee.

“I hooked you up with a free premium membership,” she went on, “so you can access all the features. Just fill everything in as thoroughly as you can, so that the algorithm can start helping you find matches.”

“Premium membership? What does this cost?”

“Only five dollars a month!” she exclaimed.

He did the math, and said, “So you’re pulling in $18,000 after just three months?”

“And getting more each day!”

“Jesus. What am I doing with my life?” Dave mused.

He started typing out basic information in the requested fields. Most of it was pretty easy. His height, weight, tapping an image for body shape, the usual things he’d done a dozen times in moments of weakness for just as many dating sites over the last decade.

“And that’s the only monetization,” Erin continued. “No microtransactions. No ads. No upsell bullshit. Just a low monthly fee. That’s the problem with these other dating sites and apps. If you want to get anywhere, you pay a bunch of money, and then they upsell you all this garbage. Like Adult Friend Finder -”

“What were you doing on Adult Friend Finder?” Dave cut her off, remembering he was supposed to be a positive male role model.

Erin rolled her eyes, “I’m nineteen, Dave,” she whined, “I do know about vaginas and penises. You know we have this thing called Pornhub on that new-fangled in-ter-net, right?”

“Okay. Okay. I know. You’re not a kid anymore. Jesus. It’s just, I remember taking you to Chuck-E-Cheese. You can’t blame me for forgetting that you’re an adult once in a while.”

“Well, consider this your official reminder that I am an adult, and I have an adult vagina,” she stated.

“Can we stop talking about your vagina in the same breath as Chuck-E-Cheese? Now I feel both old and like a pervert.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a pervert,” Erin said, “Now, being old… ewww!”

Dave groaned.

“Are you finished yet? I swear, you type like a grandpa,” she teased, miming pecking keys with a shaky pointer finger, and muttering under her breath, “Dagnabit!”

“I don’t see the usual ‘about me’ section anywhere,” Dave said, ignoring the jibe, “Don’t I have to write some vague, yet clever paragraph about what I’m seeking, my goals and aspirations, and all that?”

“The algorithm will write you one based on the information you entered. You’ll have the option to change it before you publish your profile,” she explained, “but don’t worry, because I’m going to write one for you!”

“You are?”

“Of course. I can’t let some code monkey write his own description if he wants to get some action. Most nerd-girls aren’t as hot as me, after all, and I don’t want you getting hooked up with some Shamu! You deserve the best.”

“You know about Shamu?”

She stared at him dumbly. “After that witty bit of dialogue, that’s your question? Way to lay on the compliments, Dave.” Then she took the phone, shaking her head and muttering to herself in a mock-Dave voice, “Oh, but Erin, you’re the best, and so, so super hot. Thanks for not hooking me up with an orca.”

“But how do you know what I want?” he asked, grinning at her teasing.

“I know what you want because you have a penis,” she explained, then paused her typing and asked, “You do have a penis, don’t you? I mean, we were just discussing how you might be a secret woman.”

“I think you were discussing that one, and can we leave my penis with your vagina in the… Um, that… did… not come out the way I intended.”

Erin burst out laughing, “Now you see why I need to write this for you?”

Dave sighed, saying, “Point taken. Really, though, how do you know what I want?”

“Because I’ve known you, like, my entire life. I know you’re a good man that spent years putting the welfare of his daughter ahead of all of his own personal desires. You value real connections over casual flings. I mean, it’s been twelve years since Kathy died, and I haven’t seen you bring home a single date. I can’t even remember you going out on a date.”

“That’s because it hasn’t happened.”

“Now, Casey’s nineteen. She’s started college. Dave, you deserve to be happy. You’re amazing.”

“I am happy.”

“Ok, so you have some measure of contentment. But do you really want to date Rosy Palm and her five sisters for the rest of your life?”

Dave flushed.

“When did you get so grown-up?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“I’ve been grown up in my head for a long time. The rest of me just had to catch up,” she said.

“Ok. Next question. This has a TikTok component to it, right? So that means video. What am I supposed to do about that?”

“You can leave that to me, too!” she bragged, “I’ve got this shit covered.”

“I feel like you’re stealing my identity.”

“No, that’s the Illuminati. I’m just using you as another guinea pig for Flick-Talk’s data collection and matching algorithm. You can’t expect that this is pure altruism, can you?”

“I supposed it was too much to hope for,” he sighed, dramatically, and then handed the phone to her, saying, “Ok, superstar. When do we make this video? I should probably get something else to wear.” He looked down at his baggy joggers and t-shirt.

“I’ve already made it!” Erin declared, and tapped away at his phone, logging into her cloud storage and downloading a video file.

“How did you know I’d agree to make a profile?” he asked.

Her eyes on the phone she responded, “The aforementioned penis, which we are no longer discussing. I mean, I know you watch plenty of porn, Dave. I’ve seen your browser history. Again, you should be ashamed at the lack of any safeguards on this thing.”

“You… what?” he stammered, reddening.

“It’s ok. We all do it. I’ll share mine with you, if you want. I think you’d find it really interesting!” she grinned, still tapping at his phone.

“I feel like I should spank you, or something,” he grumbled.

“If you think I deserve it, I guess,” she said, nonchalantly.

Dave swallowed and stayed quiet.

“Ok. Done,” she stated and handed his phone back.

He looked at the finished profile and was floored. She’d added a very nice thumbnail photo of him from his saved photos, slightly doctored with a filter that made it look professional. He read through the description she’d written, touched at how sincere and sweet it was. In his greater moments of weakness, he’d read through a lot of online dating profiles, and had to admit that she’d done great. With a trembling finger, he tapped the play button on the video and watched the screen come to life.

What played out before him was on par with any professional production he’d seen on TV. Erin had, essentially, created a commercial all about him. Music. Photos. Video clips. Titles. Transitions. Filters. It was incredible!

“You… you did this for me?” he asked, quietly, feeling a lump in his throat.

“You’re my Dave,” she said, laying her hand on his arm, “and you’re the most amazing man I know. The way you took me in, and treated me like I belonged with you, just like your own daughter… well, I can’t even begin to tell you how much you changed my life. Look, I know that I kid a lot, and I like to tease you, but it’s just that you have no idea,” she sniffed, “no idea what it meant to have you in my life. I can’t bring Kathy back, and no one can ever replace her, but there’s someone else out there that deserves to see the great man that I see, and you deserve to have someone who recognizes just how special you are.”

For the moment, Dave completely forgot the twitching cock in his pants, and the fact that Erin was a smoking hot, half-naked young woman. She was the other daughter in his life, the fatherless little girl with the drunk for a mother, who had come home with his own daughter one day from elementary school because that drunk mother had forgotten to pick her up. She was the nine-year-old who took apart his garage radio and wouldn’t stop pestering him to show her how it all fit back together. She was eleven, and obsessed with his Handycam, running off with Casey into the woods to make movies about lost princesses or pirates.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head into his shoulder, kissing her blonde hair and saying, “You two are all I’ll ever need, and nobody could ever make me feel more special. Thank you, Erin.”

He held her as she sniffled a few more times, but soon she was back in control, and looked up at him with those expressive blue eyes, mouth slightly parted, her little pink tongue flicked across her lips. The look of a woman who wanted to be kissed. Dave became acutely aware of the heat of her skin under his hands, the smell of her, the way her large breasts pressed against his chest. She was, absolutely, no longer eleven. He almost crumbled. Almost gave her that kiss. It had been a long, long time. Instead, he let her go. The moment passed. He could see that she was a bit surprised.

“Casey will be home soon,” he said, dumbly, and straightened his shirt nervously. “Maybe you should put on some pants,” he tried to lighten the mood.

“Oh, Casey won’t mind. Trust me,” she said and smiled.

Haloes

Casey’s pussy had been itching for hours. All through her classes, she daydreamed about what would happen after school. She wasn’t a fool. She consciously understood that she was addicted to masturbating with Erin. She was hooked on the perverted scenarios that her best friend played in front of her. The feel of Erin’s warm breath in her ear, as she whispered the filthiest things to her made her stomach do backflips. Yes, she was addicted to the feeling, and she didn’t care.

Finally free from class, she wove through traffic, her mind drifting, imagining what fucked up perversion lay in store for her at home. It hadn’t helped her concentration when Erin sent her photos of herself spread out on Casey’s bed wearing nothing but a tank top and pink panties. Erin’s bulging tits practically spilled from the top, and the sexy mound of her pussy was clearly visible in the tiny panties. The sight made Casey’s mouth water, and the sound of her instructor’s voice became just a background buzz as her flesh grew hot.

Coming in the door, she stopped short just before running into her dad on his way out.

“Oh! Sorry, dad!” she said, and then abruptly hugged him.

Dave’s arms encircled her and he kissed the top of her head.

“Hey, Kiddo. How was class?”

“Great,” she said, pulling away, “You off somewhere?”

“Just out to the store. Need anything?”

Casey shook her head.

“Ok. Call me if you do. Erin’s upstairs in your room.”

“Thanks.”

He was out the door. Casey closed it behind him and locked it. She bounced up the stairs and burst into her room, where Erin lay spread out on her bed, hand gently stroking her twat through her panties, while she stared off into space. She sat up on the bed when Casey entered, held a hand up in front of face and snapped her fingers, then fixed Casey with a sexy grin.

“Guess who wants to play?” she asked.

“You? Me? Us?” Casey answered, dropping her bag and immediately stripping off her shirt. She discarded her jean shorts just as quickly, lost her panties, unhooked her bra, and practically dove onto the bed next to Erin.

In a flash, Erin’s tongue was probing her mouth sensually, her warm hands gliding down Casey’s tummy, until they slid between her legs.

“Your pussy’s so horny,” Erin hissed, “so wet and ready to be played with.”

“Fuck, yes!” Casey agreed.

“I have something for you first,” Erin said, grinning widely.

Casey raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. Erin leapt from the bed and fished in her purse, turning back with a small black box in her hand. It looked like a case for a pair of earbuds. She handed the box to Casey, excitement evident on her face. Casey took the box, opened it, and gasped. To the casual observer, the contents may not have seemed impressive. Inside were a set of contact lenses, which shimmered in the light with a rainbow hue.

“Are these… They’re Haloes? Seriously?”

“They are!”

“How did you get these? They’re not even out yet.”

“Well, I got into the beta,” Erin said, “and then I agreed to weekly blowjobs for the marketing guy, and he was able to get me a second set.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Casey exclaimed, “You dirty slut!”

Erin grinned and nodded.

“I’ve already got mine in. They’ll digitally adapt for your prescription, too.”

The heat in her pussy momentarily forgotten, Casey took the box to her bathroom, where she removed her contacts and replaced them with the Halo lenses.

“What do I do now… Oh!”

A glowing blue letter “H” wrapped in a swirling spiral of neon light appeared in the air in front of her. The words, “Welcome,” faded in, and a little white finger indicated that she should touch the letter.

“Holy shit.”

She reached out her hand, touching the “H”, and it collapsed in on itself. The glowing lines reconfigured themselves into a menu. Erin appeared at her side.

“Look at me,” she instructed.

Casey turned toward her. Erin snapped her fingers in front of her eyes and said, “Leah, search for Haloes.”

A voice from the earbud in her ear answered, “One unnamed Halo found.”

“Leah, request access to the unnamed Halo,” Erin said.

In Casey’s view, a popup window appeared stating, “Erin has requested to share your view. Is this okay?”

She tapped the Yes button.

Erin offered her an earbud, which Casey took, and fitted into her own ear.

“Un-fucking-real!” Casey exclaimed.

In her view, Casey saw a ghostly finger tap the “Begin Setup” button. A message appeared asking her to select a wake-up option. She chose “Gesture” and then selected “Snap”. A new message directed her to “Name your Halo”.

“Snap your fingers in front of your eyes,” Erin instructed, “and then say a name.”

Casey thought for a moment, snapped her fingers, and said, “Ella.”

In her ear, a soft feminine voice said, “Hello! I’m Ella. What’s your name?”

“Casey,” she replied.

“It’s nice to meet you, Casey,” Ella replied, “Would you like to go ahead with setting up my functions?”

“Yes.”

“Great! I’ll walk you through it. It will be super easy!”

For the next few minutes, Casey went through menus as Erin looked on grinning madly. She paired her phone to the Haloes and, lastly, connected her social media accounts. Ella, then, asked her to select a photo of herself from her album. Casey scrolled through until she found one she liked. A message appeared, stating, “Building residual self-image.” A moment later, a full-body apparition of herself appeared in front of her, standing next to Erin.

“Oh… my… God,” she breathed, “That is… creepy. And cool.”

In her ear, Ella said, “This is how you will appear to other Halo users. Is this an acceptable representation? Don’t worry, you can always change your looks later.”

“Yes.”

The ghostly Casey faded away. The glowing menus vanished. There was nothing in her view now. Completely normal.

Erin took her hand, saying, “You can play with her later. Right now, I need to play with you, but I think you’re going to like this.”

She led Casey back to the bed. Together they lay down. Erin snapped her fingers and started swiping at the air. A moment later, a message appeared in the corner of Casey’s vision, momentarily startling her.

“Erin would like to share media with you. Is this ok?”

She tapped, “Yes.”

“This is going to take some getting used to,” Casey commented.

“Oh, just you wait,” Erin said, “Tell Ella to switch to VR mode.”

Casey snapped her own fingers and said, “Ella, switch to VR mode.”

Her vision faded out until everything was dark.

“What the heck?”

The darkness was suddenly replaced with the view of a classroom. She was looking through someone else’s eyes. The viewer’s gaze focused on a girl with Casey’s face, standing in front of the class, giving a presentation. Casey gasped. It was so real! The girl, using a pointer, tapped an image on the projector screen. The image was of a cartoonish, hard penis.

“You can see, here,” she indicated, “that the penis is in its aroused state, ready for copulation.”

“Stop,” a male voice commanded, and Casey recognized it as the voice of the actor she was seeing through.

Between her legs, she felt Erin’s hand rub her pussy gently.

“This presentation is simply unacceptable!” her actor said, and the girl’s face fell. He took a step toward the Casey in her vision.

“But… but,” the girl stammered.

The man slapped her face, just hard enough to shut her up, and replied, “The assignment, Dumdum, was to demonstrate the act of sexual congress. Do you think this cartoon of yours does that?”

“Please, sir,” the girl said, but the “teacher” took a fistful of her hair in his hand, pushed her to her knees, and jerked her head up to look him in the eye.

“What a submissive little teeny,” Erin whispered in Casey’s ear, stroking her warm slit with her long fingers, “What do you think that nasty man is going to do to you, Casey?”

The words had the desired effect, causing Casey to hump her horny slit against Erin’s fingers. The teacher fished his cock out of his pants and slapped it against the girl’s face.

“You owe the class an educational presentation,” he said, rubbing his hardening member on the girl’s trembling lips. In the background, she could hear the sounds of other boys snickering, as well as a few girls.

“Open!” The teacher demanded, and the girl reluctantly parted her lips.

The teacher pushed the fat head of his dick between the girl’s lips, saying to the class, “You can see here,” he fucked his cock into the girl’s mouth, making her gag, “That the penis is in its aroused state, ready for copulation.”

The girl stared up at him, wide-eyed, a look of disbelief on her cock-stuffed face.

“Prior to copulation,” he continued, “it is important to lubricate both the penis, and the vagina. You’ll observe that Dumdum, here, is getting a first-hand experience in penile lubrication. Isn’t that right, Dumdum?”

“Gugh!”

“Rhetorical question, slut. There’s a dick in your mouth.”

The teacher roughly fucked the girl’s face, her hair held firmly in his hand. Erin’s hand was slick with Casey’s girl cream, now, as she slipped her fingers into her friend’s hungry cunt.

“God, he’s being so dominant with your slutty mouth, baby,” Erin hissed, “you’re nothing but a hot set of holes to get his big dick wet.”

Casey groaned, while the teacher looked out across the attentive class, and gestured to one of the male students. The boy made his way to the front,  already pulling his cock from his shorts. The teacher pulled his slimy member from the girl’s mouth and then used his hold on her hair to direct her mouth to the newcomer’s. The boy groaned in pleasure as his dick was enveloped in her warm, wet, mouth.

“It’s perfectly acceptable,” the teacher stated, “to encourage Dumdum to do her best at lubricating your shaft. Sometimes it just takes a little slap or two. Go ahead, son.”

The boy slapped the slut’s cheek lightly, pulled his dick from her mouth, and slapped it across her face, leaving a wet, sticky smear on her forehead. He laughed at the look in her eyes and pushed his penis back into her sucking hole. After a few more pumps, he yanked it free again and splattered her nose and forehead with ropes of warm jizz. He was quickly replaced by another student.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Erin said. “How many boys are going to fuck your mouth and blow their hot cream on your face? How many do you want, Casey?”

Casey humped her friend’s fingers, trying to get them deep into her so she could cum.

“All of them!” she said.

“Good girl.”

Erin’s fingers slid from her pussy, and a moment later the sound of the rabbit vibrating broke through the sounds of the girl’s gagging. The toy slowly slid inside of Casey’s tight, young snatch, making her gasp audibly as yet another boy plastered her face with cum.

“I believe everyone’s penis is well lubricated, now,” the teacher said, and pulled the girl from her knees, bending her over his desk, “Now form a line so we can continue the lesson.”

He pulled up the girl’s short skirt and yanked her panties down, then pushed her face to the desk and shoved his throbbing cockmeat inside of her. The girl grunted as his big penis bottomed out inside of her, and then moaned deliciously as he hammered away at her with short, powerful thrusts.

“Can I help, Mr. Dickins?” A girl’s voice asked from off-screen.

“Of course, Marcy,” the teacher agreed.

He stepped away and was quickly replaced by one of the male students. Marcy held the girl’s skirt up, and pulled her ass cheeks apart invitingly.

“Go ahead and copulate,” Marcy said, and the boy plunged his dick into the bent-over girl.

The rabbit was lodged into Casey’s cunt, now, just as deeply as the boy’s cock was lodged in poor Dumdum’s. Marcy slapped the girl’s ass hard, making her squeal and orgasm.

“Eeew!” Marcy exclaimed, “The dummy just squirted her cunt juice on me! Jesus, Dumdum! You can’t even cum on a dick without spraying your gooey slut slime all over the place.”

Casey came on the toy in her cunt. Erin tugged at her nipples, manipulated the toy inside of her.

“You’re such a wet, horny, fuckdoll for cock, aren’t you, Casey?” she hissed.

“Yes!  Ooooh, fuck, yes! I’m cumming!”

The pleasure exploded in her brain as yet another student plugged her hole. The girl grunted again and again, while Marcy slipped a finger into her exposed butthole.

“Yeah, pound that dumb little cocktoy,” Marcy said to the boy. “Fill up her dirty little hole with that big dick, while I finger-fuck her ass. She fucking loves this shit, don’t you DumDum?”

In answer, the girl’s legs quaked and she came on the invading shaft.

“Fucking prick-pocket,” Marcy taunted her, “Goddamn fuck puppet. You’re only good for being everyone’s jerkoff hole, aren’t you?”

The girl groaned in disappointment as the boy withdrew his flaccid penis, and a river of semen poured from her used pussy. This quickly turned to a squeal of delight as the next boy took his turn.

The scene went on, until all fourteen of the male students had deposited their load in the girl’s sloppy hole. Finally, the teacher stepped back up, coated his own cock in the mess, and pushed it into the girl’s ass. Marcy laughed at her and continued to berate her. Buttslut. Ass whore. Anal junkie. The scene was brought to a close with the teacher yanking the girl off of the desk and slamming his slimy meat back into her mouth until she swallowed his copious load.

Casey orgasmed again at the girl’s filthy treatment as the rabbit continued to stimulate her insides. Watching the man’s slick shaft erupt into her own mouth just did something to her. Erin’s tongue caressed one of her nipples, her fingers tugging roughly at the other.

“You’ve got lots more cum to give me, don’t you?” she said seductively into Casey’s ear, “Your wet little teenage pussy is always ready to cum for me.”

“Yes!  Oooh, yes! Don’t stop!” Casey begged.

Following the debauched treatment of Dumdum at the hands of her classmates, Erin’s next creation began to play across Casey’s Haloes. Now, her viewpoint was that of a spectator, disembodied, floating. She was the camera. Her view centered on a pair of lean, spread legs. Between those legs was a very slick and excited teenage pussy, shaved clean just like hers. The tight little lips were molded perfection, so inviting and perfect.

From the side of the camera’s view, a stiff erection entered the scene, intent on that soft, inviting young peach. The head of the penis touched the girl’s lips, where it slid up and down gently between her wet slit. Beads of clear, sweet girl cum coated the spongy head. The camera was zoomed so closely that Casey could see the girl’s quivering legs each time the head of the penis slid up and down, up and down along her sexy gash.

The cock, now coated in clear cum rubbed against the girl’s clit, drawing an expectant moan from her and causing her hips to buck in anticipation. The man continued to rub and tease her happy clit with the head of his cock, occasionally dipping it back down to her warm slit to lubricate it further.

“He loves that warm little teen pussy so much,” Erin said, “look at how his fat cockhead is pulsing. He’s so excited to see how much she wants to feel that big dick slip inside of her.”

The rabbit buzzed away inside of Casey’s own happy cunt, while Erin played with her friend’s hard nipples, licking, pinching, tugging, caressing Casey’s body with her warm, soft hands.

“Those older guys just love the feel of a tight little teeny pussy, don’t they?”

“Yes!”

“Older guys, like your dad,” Erin said softly, and Casey gasped, her pussy spasming. “It’s true,” Erin continued, “I’ve seen his porn history,” she took hold of the rabbit and began to fuck Casey’s eager pussy with it, “He loves horny teenage pussies like ours. He watches guys like him pushing their big, fat, horny cocks inside of wet little teens.”

As Casey watched, the man’s cockhead found the entrance to the teen’s excited pussy, and he slowly pushed it inside. The spectacular view showed the girl’s lips parting eagerly as the head of his cock opened up her pliant little fuck hole. The girl squeaked in pleasure as the man’s cockhead was enveloped in her warm, wet sheath. The camera easily made out the pulsing of the veins in his shaft as the feeling of that hot, young tunnel squeezed so wonderfully around his sensitive head. For a moment, Casey thought that he was going to cum right there and fill the girl with his hot seed, but he stayed still, just enjoying the feeling of her silky pussy contracting around him.

“Oh, God! Just look at how good that feels for them! Teen pussy is just the best for those old guys,” Erin went on, pulling the rabbit free from Casey’s pussy, and running the vibrating toy along her slit teasingly, “Your dad watches porno just like this. He likes watching hot little blonde teens with big tits pleasuring throbbing cocks. I’m a hot blonde teen with big tits, aren’t I?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck!”

“Do you think that he wants to spread my legs? Your best friend’s legs? Do you think he wants to push his fat daddy cock into my teenage pussy?”

“Yeah…”

The man in the video, now adjusted to the tight confines of the horny, young pussy, began to push more and more of his aching cock inside of the girl. Casey watched her pussy clamp down around the hot shaft. It withdrew, shiny and wet from the girl’s cum, and then he pushed it back in, further this time. The girl moaned, and said, “Fuck me!” in a breathy hiss.

“He likes sweet little brunettes, too. Did you know that?”

Casey squirmed against the vibrating toy that teased her cunt and moaned.

“I think he likes them even more. He likes the brown-haired girls that are so eager to get those big, mature dicks inside of them and hump them until they cum!”

The man pushed his dick all the way into the girl now, and his balls gently slapped against her taint. He gave an audible groan of relief as he buried his lengthy shaft into that slippery young pussy. The girl orgasmed, pumping her hips against him. Her moans of pleasure were muffled as the man smacked his lips together with hers.

“Your dad deserves to have a teenage pussy wrapped around his cock, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah!”

The camera began to pan back from the close-up, revealing the girl’s lean legs wrapped around the man’s waist tightly as he pumped his cock into her. Back, further still, it withdrew, and the man sat up, his hands groping the teen’s big tits as he began to fuck her faster. Further, Casey could now see that the girl on the bed had Erin’s face. Erin pushed the rabbit back into her friend’s cunt.

“I’m going to fuck your dad,” Erin hissed in her ear, and Casey began to cum, moaning loudly as the man thrust harder, and harder into the girl with Erin’s face, squeezing her teenage breasts in his hands. The girl went wild, fucking back against him like an animal, grunting, her eyes half-open, mouth an O of bliss.

“I’m going to give your dad my teenage pussy,” Erin continued and began to fuck Casey harder, in time with the thrusting actors, “He’s going to fuck your best friend, and he’s going to love how her horny little pussy feels. He’s going to put a big, creamy load of daddy cum inside me.”

Casey couldn’t stop cumming. The thought of her best friend and her dad fucking was so hot and dirty! She could just imagine laying on her bed, playing with her own pussy, while she listened to the sounds of her own father fucking Erin. The sound of his groaning, her excited moans, the slap of their skin against each other as he drove his cock into her like a man possessed.

The man in the video began to blow his load into the girl, and when he threw his head back in pleasure, she was greeted with the image of her father’s face, eyes screwed tightly in pleasure as spurt after spurt of hot cum emptied from his balls into Erin’s humping cunt.

“I’m going to fuck your dad,” Erin repeated, and Casey came harder than ever before.

The Love in my Eyes

Dave set his grocery store haul on the kitchen table and began unloading the bags. For the next few minutes, he puttered around the room storing most of it away, only leaving out the ingredients he’d be using for dinner. His task accomplished, he tossed the bags into the recycling and climbed the stairs to change into something more comfortable. The path to his bedroom took him past Casey’s room, where the door stood open. Passing by, he glanced in and froze. His throat tightened as he took in the sight of Erin laying on his daughter’s bed. She lay on her stomach, facing away from the door, her legs parted and idly waving back and forth in the air. Those damn pink panties covered her perfect little nineteen-year-old butt, but the little piece of string was practically swallowed by her gorgeous cheeks and puffy pussy lips.

Dave’s brain fought a raging moral war with his neglected cock. Twelve years without the feel of a woman’s insides was rough on a guy in the prime of his life. Real rough. Part of his mind was dragging his feet forward, but the ache in his pants was keeping him rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off of the delicious sight on the bed. It’s Erin. It’s Erin. She’s like a daughter. She’s just a fantasy. She’s not for you. He tried to tell his hardening member all of these things, but for some reason, it just wouldn’t listen. He could practically feel his penis’ disappointment. It seemed to be saying, “But… but… pussy, Dave. Warm, tight, precious teenage pussy. It’s right there!”

Compromise, he thought. Make a deal with your manhood. His stiff dick agreed, and together they decided to pull his phone from his pocket, swipe it open, and snap a picture. Then, feeling like a criminal in danger of being caught casing the scene, he fled down the hall to his bedroom. Within a second of shutting the door, his cock was free of his pants, the photo glowing on his phone screen, burning the image into his mind. He came like a schoolboy who had just discovered how to stroke his meat.

Once his illicit orgasm had subsided, he was immediately hit with a wave of guilt. He should delete the photo. It was wrong. He hadn’t been in control. His finger hovered over the little trash can icon, pressed. The confirmation screen popped up, but he found himself clicking “No”. He tried again, and the same thing happened. There was something wrong with his phone. Clearly. Technical issues. It wasn’t letting him press the “Yes” button. He decided to try later. Maybe it just needed a reboot. He stripped off his jizz-stained shorts, tossed them in the hamper, and stumbled to the shower. He just needed the warm water to relax him, so that he could think straight. That was it. Relax. See reason.

He jerked off again in the shower. What was wrong with him? This wasn’t fantasy porno. Those girls were just sex objects. They were made for being jerkoff fantasies. They were hot little sluts that loved the thought of men playing with their dicks, imagining how wonderful their wet little pussies would feel. That wasn’t Erin. Erin was a real person, and he loved her. She’d grown up, for sure. She had an adult vagina, he remembered, and his limp cock twitched in his hand. The hot, steamy water washed over him, relaxing him, but it couldn’t get the image out of his head.

The water began to run cold, and subconsciously he did some math in his head. He hadn’t been in long enough to use all the hot water, so Casey must have been in the shower when he, himself, got in. He shut off the shower, dried himself off, dressed, and picked up the phone. It had rebooted while he was in the shower. Swipe. Open. Album. Naughty, bad man Dave photo. Delete. No. Delete. No. Pinch. Zoom. Pussy. Warm, inviting, perfect pussy. Erin’s pussy. Erin’s plump teenage ass.

He closed the album, shaking his head in frustration. He’d try again later. Right now, he had to make dinner. The short walk to the staircase, past Casey’s bedroom, seemed like a journey of a thousand miles, fraught with trials. It was a hero’s journey, where danger awaited with each step. One wrong move could be his downfall. He took the first step, then another, approaching that open door. His blood rushed in his ears. His heart was a jackhammer. Every sense seemed heightened to the point that he could hear even the tiniest creek of the floorboards beneath the carpet. He was a Goddamn ninja, so stealthy in his approach. Then, nonchalantly, he walked past the door, glancing sidelong from the corner of his eye.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

God hated him. Or loved him. He couldn’t decide which was the case.

Erin had been joined on the bed by Casey, who was laying in the same position, similarly attired. Now, there were two gorgeous teenage asses, and two puffy little teenage pussies, hidden just behind thin strips of fabric. The two girls were giggling at each other as they lay facing the headboard, stabbing at the air in front of them. This registered, on some level, as odd. However, the whole of his conscious thought was taken up with the sight of those four perfect round globes of flesh, and those two warm little slits of pleasure just a few feet away.

“Can’t we just watch for a while?” his penis asked, “Just a little longer, daddy, please?”

“No! You’re a naughty boy. Stop it!” Dave told it.

“We can make a deal…”

“No… Maybe… Okay.”

Snap. Escape!

His ninja flight reflexes kicked in the moment the shutter had snapped the image. He was down the steps, taking them two at a time as though the fires of Hell itself burned at his heels. They might, in fact, he thought. He had just damned himself, and his traitorous manhood was to blame.

He made it to the safety of the kitchen, far, far from the perfect little booties upstairs. His hand, trembling, brought the phone up to his eyes. There they were. Those tight behinds. Those scrumptious little Vs that promised so much enjoyment to the right man. He wasn’t that man. He stared, gulped. Forced himself to put it away. He opened the freezer door, stuck his head inside, and buried his face in the ice maker bucket for a moment.

Now. Now, he was ready to make dinner.

***

Dave blared the radio news, mentally shoving the vile thoughts to the back of his mind. He let the drone of the talk radio wash over him as he let the making of lasagna engross him like never before. He was so focused on the perfection of lasagna that he was certain it could be served at a state dinner. The talking heads were arguing over what one side was calling the “Male Rights Bill,” and the other side was calling, “The biggest setback in women’s rights in history.”

The Biological Imperative Grant for Instinctively Necessary Copulation or Coitus, or BIGFINCOC.

“You have to agree, Bill,” said the representative for DomCo–the organization pushing the bill, “The traditional role of men in modern society has been significantly diminished. Women have made great strides in equality, which is wonderful. Women have equal stature in the workplace. They’re no longer forced into antiquated preconceptions about how they should dress, or what their role in the household should be. We celebrate these changes, and we’ve been at the forefront of pushing for those things for decades. Men, though, have been increasingly marginalized in a society that seems to place all the emphasis, now, on a woman’s wants and desires. While it might seem like a worthwhile goal, it doesn’t take into account the pure science of biology.”

“You’re sick!” a woman’s voice countered, dripping with venom. “You can’t just expect -”

The host, Bill, cut her off, “Representative Swanson, please. You’ve had ample time to share your view. I think it’s time that we let Mr. Johnson share his. In the spirit of equality.”

The woman was silent, but Dave could practically feel her seething over the airwaves.

The DomCo representative continued, “Thank you, Bill. As I was saying, biology. It’s very difficult to say that biology is wrong. Males have evolved, over thousands of years, with a biological need to procreate. To reproduce. We’re simply stating a fact. Legislation cannot suppress the natural, biological urge to copulate. To do otherwise flies in the face of our own evolution. It simply isn’t natural to tell a man that he cannot be allowed to follow his own natural instincts, and then to argue in the same breath that it is perfectly acceptable for other segments of society, such as the transgender community, to follow their own natural biology. I’m sorry to say, but it’s discrimination, pure and simple.”

“Furthermore, it can be argued that the rise in violent crimes has a direct correlation to the suppression of these normal biological instincts. I might also add that this bill asks for large leaps forward in the rights of a particularly downtrodden segment of the female population. That of so-called ‘prostitutes’ who are in fact only women who have chosen a career path that outmoded ideals deemed unacceptable. I ask you, where is the justice in that? If modern society has finally evolved enough to accept the LGBTQ+ community into the mainstream, why do we continue to punish women who have simply chosen a line of work? For a woman, man, or other-gendered person to pursue a career in this field has only created a segment of our society that lacks proper healthcare, costs tax-payers millions in unnecessary criminal prosecution, and untaxed income, as well as creating an underground system of violence and abuse, in which women are taken advantage of by unscrupulous individuals. I believe even Representative Swanson has argued, in the past, for easing such hardships for this vastly underserved segment of society.”

Bill broke in, “Well put, Mr. Johnson. While I’m sure we’d all love to hear more about the topic, we’re coming up against the end of the show. This, certainly, won’t be the last time we hear about the Biological Imperative Grant for Instinctively Necessary Copulation or Coitus–”

“Evil!” Swanson shouted, “Call it what it is! It’s evil!”

The host ignored her and continued, “We’d like to thank both of our guests for taking the time to comment on this ongoing debate, as Congress continues to weigh the merits of this groundbreaking legislation. We’ll be back tomorrow with another hot topic, where we’ll be sitting down with Carl Blitzberg to get his opinion on the science of climate change. Are we killing the planet? Is the planet trying to kill us? The foremost expert in the field weighs in. Thanks, again, to our audience, our guests, and remember, discourse is the heart of freedom! I’m Bill Hennen, and this is The Throwdown!”

As the show’s outro music began to play, the tune drowned out the vitriolic screeching of Representative Swanson. Dave finished the perfect lasagna and put it into the oven, set the timer, then went to the living room. He opened his laptop and distracted himself with work while he waited for dinner. He’d just about managed to push all of the dirty thoughts from his mind as he pecked away at his keyboard, but then came the sounds of two pairs of feet on the steps.

Erin and Casey, drawn by the delicious smell of melting cheese, came bursting into the living room.

“Hey, Dad!” they said in unison and laughed.

All of the effort Dave had put into shoving those nasty thoughts out of his head was wasted the moment the two girls entered the room. They hadn’t bothered to change clothes, or even put on pants. No. He wasn’t that fortunate. He was doomed. The two vixens closed in like a pair of velociraptors from either side, Casey snuggling up against his side, while Erin took away his laptop, set it aside, and then lay her head in his lap, staring up at him with that devilish grin and those striking blue… no, not blue anymore. Her eyes were a vivid violet.

She saw the perplexed look on his face, his mind, trying to work out what was wrong.

“You like?” she asked and batted her eyes seductively.

“Did you get contacts?” he asked.

“Look at mine!” Casey squealed with glee.

Dave turned and looked his daughter in the eyes. Hers were no longer caramel brown. They were a shifting pattern of rainbow light. He’d never seen anything like it.

“Honey, those are beautiful,” he said, “Gosh, they really can do anything these days, can’t they?”

“I smell something wonderful!” Erin said, “and it isn’t you, Dave! Phew!”

“Guess I worked up a bit of a sweat making lasagna,” he replied.

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Erin quipped, “sweaty man stink kinda does things to a girl.”

“She’s just being a dirty tease, Dad,” Casey said softly into his ear.

The closeness of her warm breath against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, straight to his cock, making it twitch against the back of Erin’s head. She grinned up at him and he flushed.

“I think dinner’s about ready,” he said, a little too abruptly.

Casey’s fingers were gently tracing the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end.

“But, I’m so comfortable here, Dave,” Erin whined, “Do we really have to get up?”

“I can get dinner out,” Casey offered, “You two just relax a while.”

Oh, sweet mother of fuck, Dave thought.

Casey disappeared into the kitchen, where, soon after, Dave could hear the sounds of plates and glasses clattering on the table.

“Music?” Erin asked.

Dave nodded, silently praying that she would have to get up and turn on the stereo, so that he could adjust himself. She did not.

“Leah,” she said to the air, “play classic rock on the living room TV.”

The TV mounted on the wall turned itself on and began to play The Eagles.

“What the heck?” Dave exclaimed, “Did you guys put a Dislexa in the room or something?”

“Nope!” Erin said, grinning, “Even better!”

“Better?”

“Leah, share my view on the living room TV.”

Dave drew his attention to the TV, where he was now seeing his own quizzical expression through Erin’s eyes. He could see his own brain trying to work out what was going on in HD clarity.

“Ok, I give up.”

“Don’t be a quitter, Dave. If you want it, you have to go after it.”

“Um, ok… Did you make another app?”

“The eyes are the windows to the soul, Dave,” she said in her best yogi imitation, completely deadpan.

“So, this has something to do with the contacts?”

“Ding, ding, ding! Give the man his prize!” Erin exclaimed.

“What do I win?”

“My eternal love, of course!”

“Wow! Best quiz show ever.”

“They’re Haloes,” Erin stated.

“Haloes?” he asked.

“Smart lenses. Someone got lucky and got into the beta test!” she crooned.

“Sounds pretty cool,” Dave agreed.

“Watch this!”

Erin snapped her fingers, and then poked at the air a couple of times. Dave watched as her violet eyes turned a bright red.

“Dave, it burns!” she cried dramatically, “It burns on the inside!”

She erupted into a fit of giggles, and Dave joined her. A few more taps at the air and her eyes turned into empty black pools.

“Ooooh, Dave! They took my soul, Dave!” she said in a deep, hollow voice, “Save my soul, Dave!”

“That’s creepy. Stop it.”

She snorted, tapped again, and her eyes turned completely white.

“Daaave,” she moaned in a ghostly whisper, “I’ve cooome to haunt you, Daaave! Oooo!”

“I can tell you’re going to be a hit at Halloween parties.”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Her eyes became little pulsing heart emojis.

“Oooh, Dave!” she cooed, “You big burly lover man! Can’t you see the love in my eyes?”

He burst out laughing, and Erin held her belly, practically choking with her own laughter.

“Stop it… Make it stop…” Dave begged, wiping tears from his eyes.

Erin made another few gestures, and her eyes shifted back to their normal blue color.

On the TV, Dave saw himself wiping away his tears. He could, also, study the Halo interface and watched in appreciation as Erin navigated the HUD, swiping, pinching, and flicking away menus.

“Jesus, it’s like Minority Report come to life,” he commented.

In the corner of Erin’s vision a little phone icon appeared with Casey’s name next to it.

“Hello?” Erin answered.

A ghost image of Casey (with pants on) appeared in Erin’s vision, standing in the living room. The image even moved and talked. Dave was astonished.

“We’re ready,” Casey said.

“You know we’re only like, 10 feet away, right? You could have yelled.”

“Wouldn’t have been as cool,” Casey grinned, and then the ghost faded as she hung up.

“Ready to eat?” Erin asked, and snaked her hand deftly between her legs, as though casually rubbing an itch.

Dave could only nod, his gaze following the movement of her hand. He caught himself and snapped his eyes away, which only made him focus back on Erin’s grin. He could feel himself turning red in the face as his skin burned.

Erin hopped up from the couch and held her hands out to him, then made a huge show of attempting to drag his bulk from the couch, her face straining with mock effort.

“Ooooh God, Dave! You… sure… you… need… lasagna?” she panted, doubling over to catch her breath.

“Ha Ha. You sure you don’t need pants?”

“Fuck pants,” she said, and wiggled her butt at him, “Why hide this badunkadunk bootay? Ma muhfuckin’ milkshake is da shiz, son!”

Dave resisted the urge to spank the badunkadunk bootay, but followed it like a puppy into the kitchen. Casey, serving spoon in hand, was already dishing out steaming, cheesy lasagna onto three plates. As she bent over the table, Dave couldn’t help but steal a glance down the front of her loose tank top. Her braless nipples brushed the front of the shirt, and he was unable to pull his eyes away.

Fuck, this was wrong. He really needed to get laid.

“Looks like good eating,” Erin said into his ear, her hand resting softly in the center of his back. Perfection like that must be really hard.”

You have no idea, he thought.

Dave graciously pulled out a chair for Erin, who took her seat. Casey sat next to her, while Dave took a seat opposite the two girls. Over the meal, they talked about the girls’ classes. The necessary pleasantries out of the way, Erin and Dave became engrossed in a conversation about Dave’s latest project. The code monkey chatter soon had Casey bored, though, so she played around with her Haloes, configuring routines, setting shortcut commands, and generally trying anything that looked interesting.

When the conversation began to lull she asked Erin, “You wanna stay for a movie?”

“Maybe, just one. Class tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on. You can just crash here,” Casey answered, seeming a bit too eager.

“Watch a movie with us, Dave,” Erin said.

Dave shrugged his acquiescence, and said, “Sure. I think Fast and Furious 26 is out. Furiously Faster than B4?”

The two girls rolled their eyes.

“No, no,” Casey said, “if it’s going to be action, let’s do something classic.”

“Ooh! Top Gun!” Erin exclaimed.

“Can’t go wrong there,” Dave agreed.

Casey and Erin cleared away the dinnerware, while Dave drifted back to the living room to set up the movie. On the TV, he could still see Erin’s view from her Haloes, as well as hear what the two girls were chatting about. Casey, standing in front of the sink rinsing off a plate, had her legs slightly spread. Her tight little panties were wedged into her ass crack. Dave hesitated, the Top Gun DVD in his hand, forgotten.

“You know who my favorite Top Gun character is?” Erin asked, as she took the rinsed plate from Casey and placed it in the dishwasher.

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“Goose!” Erin cried, and poked Casey right between her ass cheeks, making her squeal.

“Hey! Fragile dishes here.”

“I’ll bet you wish it was a big, fat dick instead of my finger,” Erin whispered sensually and cupped his daughter’s bottom.

Dave choked on his tongue. The DVD fell from his limp hand.

“After the movie,” Erin said, kissing Casey’s neck, “I’m going to eat your cute little pussy.”

He heard Casey groan with desire, and through Erin’s eyes saw her snake her hand between his daughter’s legs. His brain was a mess, but he forced himself to reach for the remote and change the TV’s input to the DVD player. His penis argued vehemently against this action, but it would not do to be caught watching this when the two girls came back to the room. He snatched the DVD off of the floor and his shaking fingers fumbled the disc into the player. He took a seat on the couch, grabbed a throw pillow, placed it on his crotch, wrapped himself into a blanket, and tried to act as cool as possible.

His head was spinning. Was his daughter a lesbian? Were the girls bisexual? He’d just had a sexual revelation about the two of them suddenly dropped on his head, and it was making him dizzy. Fuck. He was supposed to be the father figure here. He was the responsible adult. Male role model. Instead, he felt like a high school kid that had just caught a glimpse of the hot neighbor lady in her underwear through the curtains. It was a naughty little secret, and he felt giddy. Guilt warred with his libido, his poor, unused, pent-up libido. Was he going to survive this without a heart condition?

Casey and Erin entered the room. Dave fidgeted with the remote, outwardly cool, inwardly in turmoil. Erin noticed him wrapped tightly in the blanket and laughed.

“Looks like Dave’s hypothermic,” she said with concern, “We’ll need to share body heat to keep him alive!”

Before he could protest–not that he had any intention of doing so–Erin and Casey yanked the big blanket aside, and burrowed themselves in on either side of him, then wrapped the blanket back across the three of them. Dave recited the number for his Cardiologist in his head. Several times.

“Showtime!” Casey said, hugging tightly to his arm.

Erin took the remote from his clammy hand, started the movie, and then hugged his other arm. She quickly found his hand and held it affectionately, found his gaze, and they burst out laughing as the little pulsing hearts in her eyes stared back at him.

“Stop it!” Dave cried, “That’s too damn funny!”

Erin cackled with glee, then swiped away the hearts, returning her eyes to normal.

“Ok,” she said, “I’ll be good. Promise.”

True to her word, she was good. They watched the movie, bantered a bit at their favorite parts, but there was no further innuendo from either of the girls. Still, the heat of the two sexy teens snuggled against him had his fantasies swirling in his head. While Casey just lay against him normally, the fact that Erin held his hand throughout the whole film was certainly a change. She’d always been an affectionate girl, but this was different. Some part of him had to admit he liked it. Maybe, too much.

Erin had always been, in his mind, like a daughter to him, but there was also a different connection there. They’d just gotten each other. Verbal sparring. Interests. They’d always been kind of in-tune. She yawned and casually nuzzled against his neck, making him shiver.

What the hell was happening here? As much as he tried to focus on the movie, his mind kept rolling the whole day over, examining it like a complicated workflow in his programming. How does your perception of someone you’ve known for years, and practically raised as part of your family, alter so quickly. Or, had it been quickly? Of course, he’d noticed the changes in his own attitude toward her over the years, the way they’d connected and actually become real friends. But, it was difficult not to feel that sense of fatherly responsibility that had become so ingrained in him for so long. Where was this line of thinking even going? He was a forty-three-year-old widower, and she was a nineteen-year-old genius. There was nowhere this line of thinking could lead. Terminate workflow.

***

As the end credits began to roll, Dave could feel his eyes drooping. The two girls had gone quiet some time ago, he realized, and now he could see that they were both asleep on either side of him. Tough day for everyone, he guessed. They should all be in bed. Together. No! Fuck. He was tired. With an audible sigh, he jostled himself, and the girls roused at the movement.

“But, I don’t wanna go to schoooool!” Erin whined, “Just five more minutes…”

“Come on, sleepy,” Dave prompted, “You gotta go to college, so you can meet that brainy tech start-up kid and become a Silicon Valley billionaire.”

“Fuck that,” she mumbled, “I’ve got my brainy man right here.”

She snuggled sleepily against him, and he melted.

“Just five more minutes,” he readily agreed.

A Match Made in Silicon

Casey did not get her pussy eaten. As delicious as the thought was, the very long and dirty masturbation session, followed by a heavy meal and a movie had done her in after the long day at school. She stumbled into her room like a zombie, took out her Haloes, placed them in the case, and then she was asleep before she even knew she was in bed. Erin curled in next to her, wrapped her arms around Casey’s warm body, idly stroked her soft skin, her taut belly, her perfect handful tits. She lay, half asleep for several minutes, but her mind wouldn’t shut off.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the darkness. She should remove her Haloes. Instead, she flicked them on, swiped up her apps, and brought up Flick-Talk. She pulled up Dave’s profile and watched the video she’d made for him, again. He really was a good man, and sexy, even though he didn’t know it. Maybe, because he didn’t know it. In the corner of his profile page, the little “online” icon changed from red to green. Her heart skipped a beat. Her throat tightened. Her tummy fluttered anxiously. He was using the app!

For moments, she just stared at the little green icon. Tired as she was, she just couldn’t turn it off. Her pussy was tingling. She reached out and tapped the “Message” button, swiped at the glowing keyboard in her vision, and sent it. Simple. Just a little kiss emoji with a wink.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” came the reply from Dave, followed by a snoring emoji.

“You can’t boss me around, bro! Unless you really want to?”

There was no immediate reply. A minute ticked by. Another.

“You’re never too old for a spanking, young lady. School is important. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. The early bird gets the worm. There is no substitute for hard work. Cleanliness is next to Godliness?”

“You’re not my real dad!” she replied, followed by a gif of a rebellious goth teen with a mohawk and several facial piercings.

“That’s too funny, but pics, or it didn’t happen.”

Erin reached for her phone, looked at herself in the selfie cam, and snapped. The image appeared on her Haloes. She tweaked the brightness from the flash, doctored the color a touch, and sent it with the message, “This is what’s happenin’.”

The image that appeared on Dave’s screen showed Erin, just a few rooms away, lying on her back next to his sleeping daughter. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow. Her generous young tits, gravity-defying as they were, spread out invitingly beneath her tank top. She was blowing him a kiss. She’d added a caption that read, “Might be teasin’, but I could be pleasin’.”

“You’re gonna break a lot of hearts in college, Honey.”

“I told you. I got my brainy man right here.”

There was a long pause.

“So, how about those Dodgers?” he asked.

She replied with several tearful emojis.

“Yeah, I feel the same way. They make me want to cry, too.”

“So, do you have any good matches?” she asked.

“Not sure,” Dave replied, “You know us old guys and technology. Hard to tell if they’re real people or orcas.”

“Open one, and look at the compatibility screen.”

She waited.

“This one, Linda, seems… nice. I guess.”

“Wow, Dave. That sounds committal.”

“Says she’s a seventy-three percent match.”

“Boo! Swipe left.”

“I think you’re manipulating the results,” Dave replied, a moment later.

“Nope. Pure AI. Why do you say that?”

“Nothing. Just jibing you.”

“Oh, come on. You’re not that subtle.”

“You’re in my matches, goofball.”

“AI can’t be wrong,” she answered, “It knows all. It sees all.”

“Damn you, Skynet.”

“I didn’t program it for world domination,” she replied.

“Famous last words. Sorry, hun, but this old man is getting sleepy. Think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“K. Me, too,” she blew him another kiss and swiped away the app.

In the darkness, she removed her Haloes, put them away, and rolled back over to snuggle with Casey, who sighed contentedly. This time, it wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

Weekly Blowjob

The anxious feeling in Casey’s stomach grew monumentally as her final class of the day dismissed, and she began the drive home. This was the night. She was going to suck cock. Her fantasies were working in overdrive already, and Erin hadn’t exactly been helping the situation. Periodically, her Haloes would display filthy images sent by her best friend. Of course, they were all of her own face, her mouth stuffed full of penis or coated in semen. Sometimes, both.

She daydreamed through her classes, checking out every guy’s crotch that she encountered. Was one of them the guy? Would one of these strangers have his dick in her mouth tonight? Her pussy was soaked all day as she thought about it. Not only was she going to suck cock, but it would be some stranger that only Erin knew about. That made it all the more taboo, exciting, and scary. She wasn’t worried for her safety. Erin would never let someone hurt her. She’d been talking about this for weeks, evidently vetting candidates in secret.

This too turned Casey on. She was like a little sex puppet in the porno videos. She had no say in the matter. It was all being arranged, like her wet teenage mouth was a trophy that only the right candidate would have the pleasure of using to get his dick off. The feeling of letting Erin have that kind of power over her first real sexual interaction practically made her orgasm every time she thought about it. Her best friend was whoring out her mouth for a stranger to use. Fuck, it was so hot!

Casey arrived home with a pussy dripping in desperation. Her dad was at the kitchen table, pecking away at his laptop, oblivious to the fact that his daughter was hours away from having some stranger’s throbbing meat shaft down her throat. God, it was sick. She was sick. She loved it.

“Hey, Honey,” Dave called upon hearing the door, “how’d it go?”

Casey strolled into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water, cold.

“Good,” she replied, and guzzled it.

“Hot out, huh?” Dave said.

“Yeah. Hot,” she replied, gave him a peck on the cheek, and disappeared up the steps.

The sound of her door shutting put an end to the brief father-daughter interaction. Dave sighed and went back to work.

Casey shed her clothes immediately. Within seconds, her legs were spread and the rabbit was vibrating away happily against her wet slit. Her vision filled with one of her favorite creations from this week. She watched herself giving a long, slow sucking to a thick and happy cock. Her lips squeezed tightly around the soft head, lovingly caressing it with her tongue. She made love to it, worshiped it slowly, her mouth a tight seal around it as she sucked in inch after inch.

Her eyes stared up at the recipient of her affection adoringly. His hands tangled in her hair, stroking her like a precious pet, while she pleased his pulsing shaft. The vibrator in her hand slipped between her dripping lips, and hummed away cheerfully, as though happy to have come home.

“You love cock, don’t you?” the man asked, and she answered by swallowing him to the base, playing her tongue along the underside of his penis while she moaned happily.

The man’s hand was no longer gently stroking her, but now held the back of her head, keeping her in place, his rigid cock in her throat. She gulped, coughed, but she was a good girl. She was his good cocksucker, and she wouldn’t pull away. The man pulled her head back, and she reluctantly let his saliva-coated cock slip from the pleasurable confines of her massaging throat. He tilted her head upward and ran the long shaft of his penis along her lips, smearing them with her spit.

“You’re my cocksucker, aren’t you?” the man asked.

“Yes!” Casey said and pushed the vibrating toy deeper into her cunt.

The Casey in the video agreed, and the man pushed his slick penis back into her mouth. His thrusting, slow at first, became harder, and harder, until he was relentlessly stuffing that fat dick into her warm, sucking hole, his hand on the back of her head. Rivulets of thick, foamy spittle escaped the sides of her mouth as she endured the facefucking, never breaking eye contact, even though her eyes watered. Her mouth made a tight little wet O of pleasure for him to fuck for as long as he needed, which was not much longer. He slammed his cock to the balls in her mouth and groaned in satisfaction as his full nuts emptied themselves inside of her.

She watched herself gulp several times, her tear-streaked face never breaking her adoring gaze. The man pumped spurt after spurt down her throat, and like a good cocksucker, she stayed on her knees, staring into his eyes, until he’d finished with her. He held her there, enjoying her throat massage until his penis softened and then withdrew with a wet sucking sound. The look of disappointment as he took his cock away from her was clearly written across her face, and the sight of that cock-hungry look made her orgasm on her toy. She bit her lip and squealed as her pussy squirted.

***

Dave was, again, busy in the kitchen when Erin let herself into the house. She found him stirring a pot of garlic cream sauce while another simmered noodles on the stovetop. The smell of baking bread from the oven completed the heavenly aroma of a pasta dinner. Dave Matthews crooned out “Crash” from the speakers on Dave’s phone as he stirred away, oblivious to her arrival. Erin crept in behind him, slid her arms around his waist and hugged him tight from behind. She felt him stiffen in her arms at the unexpected touch.

“A girl could get used to coming home to this,” she quipped, “dinner being made, that is.”

“I swear, if I turn around and see those damn hearts…” Dave replied with a chuckle, but he turned around anyway.

No hearts. Emerald green. Stunning! Erin’s hands withdrew, but one stayed lightly on the center of his chest.

“You know,” she observed, “you never really appreciate the effort of a home-cooked meal when you’re a kid. All those little ingredients that have to blend together to make a perfect, finished product that sustains the life of everyone you love. It’s like poetic science, isn’t it?”

“That’s a very profound way to describe pasta, but you’re right,” Dave agreed, “The finished product might not be perfect, but it does give you what you need to keep on going.”

“I’m gonna get Casey.”

Dave’s heart fluttered as her hand trailed down his chest, lingered, and then she turned to leave. He watched her sexy bubble butt retreat and let loose a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

***

A short time later, the three of them were seated at the table, shoveling hot pasta in garlic cream sauce into their hungry mouths. Erin and Casey, in a repeat performance, were wearing tiny lace panties, braless, in cropped tops that exposed their midriffs. Dave had to eat his dinner with his dick hard in his pants. The girls chattered about some web series he’d never heard of, while he struggled not to look at the mounds of marvelous flesh across the table.

Erin swiped and poked at the air in front of her, and then his phone pinged. He picked it up, opened it, and looked at the message. It was a link. He followed it to a page for an upcoming SpaceX launch.

“What’s this about?” he asked.

“You’ve won an all-expenses paid trip to the Red Planet,” Erin said, “You are the future of humanity, Dave. Congratulations!”

“Always did wanna get away from it all.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could go see it,” she said, “You know, nerd out on rockets and stuff. What do you think?”

“It sounds good in theory.”

“It’s on me,” Erin said, “You, me, Casey. Come on. How often do you get to see the first manned flight to another planet?”

“By definition, only once.”

“Then you’ll come?” she asked excitedly. “We can all go?”

“You sure you want the old man along as a third wheel? You two could be out hitting the Florida beaches in bikinis, sippin’ non-alcoholic beverages, you know, doing things that are actually fun?”

“Well, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to push a geriatric in a wheelchair along a sunny beach in my bikini,” Erin said, grinning.

Casey cracked up, and even Dave smiled.

“Seriously,” she continued, “I mean, we’re going to be rocking bikinis, mos def, but you’re not the third wheel. Tricycles need three wheels, after all. And, clowns love to ride tricycles!”

“I hate clowns.”

“Who doesn’t? How are they even still a thing? The point is, Dave, that it would be fun to go, just the two of us, but it wouldn’t be complete without you. I mean, what’s a tricycle with only two wheels?”

“A bicycle?”

“Damn right! And, who likes riding bicycles, Dave? Not clowns!”

“I hate clowns,” he said, again, “Where is this going?”

“It’s not going anywhere if there’s only two wheels, Dave! We need a threesome to watch this damn rocket. Now, are you going to man up and come to Florida with two hot chicks in bikinis, or sit inside and poke at your keyboard?”

“Ok!” he cried, surrendering, “but I may have to poke at my keyboard a few times, while we’re there. What about school?”

“Well, we leave on Sunday, the launch is on Monday, and fly back on Tuesday,” Casey said, “Neither of us has classes until Wednesday.”

“Won’t the flight be kind of pricey this close to departure?” he asked.

“Oh, I bought tickets three months ago,” Erin said.

“And you’re just now telling me?”

“Yup! Test of spontaneity.”

“Alright. Let’s do it.”

Erin and Casey sprang to their feet with an excited whoop, causing an eye-popping vision of bouncing tits and flailing hair.

***

Erin shoved Casey onto her bed, joined her, and coiled her legs around her like a serpent going for the kill. The feel of her best friend’s hot hands sliding up under her top to grope her breasts had Casey, already excited, panting in anticipation. Erin’s lithe tongue slid into her mouth. Her plump lips smacked wetly against Casey’s, sexy and slow, but full of hunger. Her hands left Casey’s tits and drifted slowly, slowly down her flat stomach until they cupped her hot pussy over her panties. Casey squeaked her desire into Erin’s mouth as her friend’s fingers began to knead at the hidden slit beneath the tiny strip of fabric.

Erin broke their kiss and nibbled lightly at Casey’s ear, her warm, wispy breath setting her hair on end. Her tongue found the spot, just behind Casey’s ear, that she knew would make Casey’s pussy gush. It did. She could feel the moisture coating her friend’s panties.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, Casey?” Erin whispered, stimulating her pussy with those long, talented fingers.

“Yes!”

“You cock-teased your own father, didn’t you? You had your sexy little ass out for him to see, and his big dick was hard. You cock-teased your dad.”

“Uuuugh, yeah!”

“Fuck, that’s dirty! I cock-teased him, too, didn’t I?”

“Yes!”

Erin’s fingers pushed her panties aside and slipped up into her friend’s pussy, coating themselves in her fuck lube.

“And, tonight, you’re going to be even dirtier, aren’t you?”

“Yesss!”

“What are you going to do tonight, Casey?”

Casey panted as Erin licked that spot on her neck again, and whispered, “I’m going to suck cock…”

“Whose cock are you going to suck?”

“I… I don’t know!”

“That’s so sexy, isn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“It’s sexy knowing that a strange man is going to push his dick into your mouth and use it for his pleasure, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! So sexy!”

Erin added another finger to Casey’s pussy.

“What kind of girl thinks sucking strange cocks is sexy?”

Casey trembled, and answered, “A slut.”

“You’re going to have a strange guy’s cock in your hot little mouth tonight.”

“Yes!” She pushed her hips up against Erin’s hand, trying to cum.

“What kind of girl does that make you?”

“A slut!”

“It’s sexy to be a hot little teenage slut, isn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“What kind of girl are you?”

“A… a hot… teenage slut!” Casey replied, pumping her hips harder.

Erin pulled her sticky fingers from Casey’s pussy and fed them to her, looking her in the eyes as Casey sucked her own fuck honey from them submissively. She kissed her again, tasting the sweetness of Casey’s cunt on her friend’s lips.

“Your daddy doesn’t know, does he?” Erin whispered and returned to manipulating Casey’s cunt.

“Oh, fuck! No!”

“He thinks you’re a cock-tease.”

“Cum! I wanna cum!”

“He thinks you’re a cock-tease with a horny pussy, but he doesn’t know how much you want to suck cock, does he?”

“No!”

“What would he do if he knew you were going to suck strange cock?”

The pace of her fingers increased inside of Casey’s pussy.

“He… he’d… he’d punish… me!”

“You’d deserve it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah!”

“He’d put you over his knee and spank your sexy ass, wouldn’t he?”

“Fuck!”

“He’d spank your sexy ass, while I watched, and his dick would be hard.”

“Oh, God! I’m…”

“His dick would be hard from spanking your sexy little ass, and then I’d suck it for him while you watched.”

“Cumming!” Casey cried, and gushed her cum onto Erin’s fucking fingers.

“Good girl,” Erin cooed in her ear, “That’s so nasty. You love cumming to nasty shit, don’t you?”

“Uuugh!” Casey groaned as she pumped her hips against Erin’s hand.

“I love that. I love that you’re a nasty girl. I love that you cum so hard for me.”

She fed Casey her girl cream again, then sucked at her tongue, her own pussy on fire as she tasted that delicious cum. She was so close to shoving her own fingers into her cunt and cumming, too, but that could wait. The feeling of being on a sexual high all day long was so wonderful. If she got off, it would all be over. She wanted to make sure she was super horny for tonight, and that Casey was too. This orgasm was just to take the edge off. She knew from experience that one or two was never enough for Casey. The girl could literally cum for hours and just keep going. She wanted her in a total sex-fog, her brain focused completely on her hot pussy. Tonight was going to be fun!

***

Full dark had come over the city as Casey and Erin strode through the living room. Casey carried an overnight bag in one hand. Dave lay stretched out on the couch watching spaceships destroy each other, but he gave the two girl’s his full attention immediately.

Erin, in a pair of wedges was a wet dream. From the wedges, her long, smooth legs seemed to climb endlessly, like a forbidden trail to the tasty treat that hid beneath a short, white skirt. Her exposed navel ring glinted in the light, her tummy bare in a sheer cropped top, under which Dave could see a matching white bralette. Her eyes were back to their normal blue, and her blonde hair was loose about her shoulders.

Casey, just a step behind, wore her dark, brown curls in pigtails. A tight, pink top molded to her luscious form like a second skin, pushing her small tits up. Her navel ring was also on display, where the shirt ended. Like Erin, she wore a tiny, white skirt that was just an inch below her panty line, but her legs were encased in white stockings that ended in a pair of glossy, white heels.

Dave recited the number of the cardiologist in his head again, and managed to choke out, “You two seem to be dressed to kill. I don’t know whether to feel sorry for the victims or not.”

“No victims,” Casey said, “just dancing. I’m crashing at Erin’s place tonight.”

“Ok. Just stay safe.”

“Take our picture, Dave!” Erin said, excitedly.

Dave had absolutely no objection. His phone was in hand, open and snapping in rapid succession as the two girls posed together. He selected a few of the photos and shared them with Erin and Casey. The photos appeared in their Haloes a second later. Erin tapped, made a flicking motion and one of the photos appeared on the TV, taking over Dave’s space war.

“Damn, girl!” she said and pinched the air. The photo on the TV zoomed in on Casey’s legs, “check out those stems! Those stockings are gonna have stalkers!”

She zoomed back out until the whole photo was visible again. The two of them descended on Dave, then. Casey gave him a quick peck on the forehead, while Erin lightly brushed her lips against his.

“Don’t worry, Dave. If she gets out of line, I’ll spank her good!”

“What if you’re the one out of line?”

“Casey can report back to you, and I’ll submit myself for discipline.”

Dave’s dick twitched.

“See you tomorrow,” Erin finished.

“Night, Dad,” Casey said and squeezed his shoulder. A moment later, the door clicked shut, locked, and the sound of Erin’s car speeding away trailed off into the night. Dave’s penis convinced him that the image on the TV was much better than a space war, and within seconds it had come out to play.

***

Erin drove through the city streets, Casey in the passenger seat, hand idly rubbing her pussy under her skirt. Too Short rapped out “Blowjob Betty” on the stereo, as Erin watched her horny friend fantasizing.

“Who is he?” Casey blurted, still rubbing her pussy.

“Secret.”

“Come on! I’m fuckin’ dying here!”

“I like it that way. You do, too.”

“God, I can’t take it!” Casey moaned.

“I want to hear you say those exact words when he tries to fit his big dick in your throat.”

Casey groaned and rubbed her pussy more vigorously.

“Ok. Do you really want to know?”

“Yes!”

“Even if I tell, it’s not going to mean anything,” Erin answered.

“I don’t care. Tell me! Tell me! Please!”

“Fine,” Erin relented, “You remember the Halo marketing guy? The one that I got your pair from for the promise of… certain favors?”

“Oh, God! Him?”

Erin nodded, and said, “I promised him weekly blowjobs for the next six months.”

Casey’s hand stopped rubbing her twat. She knew just how Erin’s perverted mind worked, and if she was right…

“Wait,” she said, “You promised him weekly blowjobs, but you never said from whom.”

Erin grinned madly. Casey rubbed her pussy again. She knew it.

“You promised him that I’d suck his dick every week for six months, didn’t you?”

Erin nodded her head vigorously. Casey felt the start of an orgasm coming on just thinking about it, so she forced her hand away from her cunt. Her best friend had promised a complete stranger that he could use her mouth every week for six months. She was going to give this guy, whoever he was, twenty-four blowjobs. Fuck!

“Are you mad?” Erin asked, a hint of fear in her voice. She knew that Casey was utterly submissive to her sexual desires, and loved the fantasy of having Erin in control of her, but this was the first time that it was going to be real. This wasn’t just fantasy porn anymore. This was a big, big step.

“No. I’m not mad. It’s… it’s exciting. I’m so horny! God, I can’t believe I’m about to do this.”

“You can still back out. I don’t want this to be something that you’ll hold against me. I love you more than any kink,” Erin said.

“No!” Casey answered, abruptly, “No. I want to do it. I haven’t stopped thinking about it for weeks.”

“What do you want to do?” Erin said slyly and reached over to stroke Casey’s cunt.

Casey lay her head back against the seat, spread her legs, and said, “I want to suck a stranger’s big dick. I want him to push his fat cock in my mouth and fuck it until he shoots down my throat.”

“Good girl.”

***

A short time later, Erin pulled into a classy hotel and checked them in. The young man at the desk did not hide his open ogling as he fumbled through the routine and handed Erin a set of key cards. They took the elevator up to their room. Once inside, Erin furiously made out with her friend, running her hands all over Casey’s body.

“I don’t know which of us is more excited,” she gasped, “Just remember that we can stop any time. I’ll kick the fucker in the nuts and we’ll make a run for it.”

“Ok, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. I want to be… like the videos,” Casey admitted, “I want it dirty, and… and sexy.”

Erin grinned, her pussy burning.

“He’s almost here,” she said, as a message appeared in her Haloes.

Erin tossed a pillow on the floor, then pushed Casey gently to her knees, and removed a blindfold from her purse. Casey looked at her quizzically, but didn’t ask. The question was plain on her face.

“Trust me,” Erin said.

Casey nodded, and Erin placed the blindfold over her eyes.

“Leah,” Erin said, “Share my view with Casey.”

In her Haloes, her own blacked-out vision was replaced with Erin’s. She saw herself kneeling on the floor in her slutty outfit. She could make out her own heavy breathing, her trembling hands submissively tucked behind her back. It was surreal, like watching one of the porno videos, only while it was being made. She noted the glowing red icon that indicated that it was, indeed, being recorded. The idea of it almost made her cum without touching herself. Her stomach was a mess as she waited, on her knees, ready for use like a real porn star.

The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours as she waited. She jumped at the sound of a light knock on the door. This was it. She could see Erin through her eyes walking to the door, opening it. There stood a tall, athletic man in a neat polo shirt and slacks. His face was a blur, though, and Casey realized Erin must have turned on the masking feature for the recording.

“Come in!” Erin said seductively, “There’s something waiting for you.”

The man entered the room. Erin shut the door.

“Everything clear?” she asked him.

“Of course. You know, I had my doubts, but you’re true to your word.”

His voice was a deep baritone, but pleasant, masculine. The sound of it made her knees tremble. Erin turned back to look at her. She waited. The man didn’t even acknowledge her. Not even a word. Erin looked back to him, and he stripped off his shirt. She kissed his neck, trailed her fingers down his muscular chest, until it rested on his belt buckle. She deftly undid it and cupped his crotch, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped him, and then sank to her knees in front of him and pulled his slacks down. He stepped out of them. She looked up, and a large bulge squirmed in his tight boxer briefs.

“There’s a nice, warm, wet hole right there,” Erin said, and stroked his cock through his briefs, “just waiting for you to stick this big cock into it.”

The man groaned as her fingers teased his bulge, and then tugged his briefs down his legs. When she looked back up, Casey gasped at the thick slab of cockmeat hanging there. It wasn’t fully hard, yet, but she could already tell that it was going to be a big one. Her mouth watered.

“What’s her name?” she heard the man ask, again ignoring her and putting the question to Erin.

“It doesn’t have a name,” Erin answered, and looked back at Casey, “It’s just a cocksucker whose only purpose is to pleasure your dick until your balls are empty.”

Oh, fuck, Casey thought and felt her pussy dripping in her panties.

The man approached her, and Erin stepped behind her, sinking to her knees. Casey could now see the approaching cock, swinging back and forth as it neared her. She opened her mouth expectantly.

“You see how eager it is to get that dick inside?” Erin said to him, “See how willingly it opens up for you to use it?”

She felt Erin’s hand rubbing her ass beneath her skirt, then they retreated as her friend stood and looked down at her. She saw herself waiting, her mouth open.

“Go ahead,” Erin said, standing behind the man, tracing her fingers up and down his chest, “Just look at that hot little hole ready to sink your cock into.”

The man stood just inches from her now. She could smell the musk of him, feel the heat of his heavy balls and his hard prick. He took it in his hand and stroked it above her face, then rested the tip on her waiting tongue. She trembled and moaned as she came from the contact.

“Oh my God!” Erin hissed, “Did you see how hungry it is? It just came from feeling your delicious cock on its tongue!”

The man’s dick pulsed against her tongue, and she wriggled it against the underside of his crown, tickling it, beckoning him to push it into her inviting mouth.

“It’s just a wet, sucking hole for cock,” Erin said, rolling his full balls in her hand, “What do you do with a warm, wet hole?”

“Fuck it,” he said.

“That’s right. You fuck it. You use it just the way you want to. It’s just a toy for your hard cock to get off with, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

He pushed his cock into her mouth. Casey’s lips sealed around it tightly and, just like the girls in the videos, she slowly began to bob her head back and forth along its length, coating it in a film of saliva.

“You see that it comes with handles,” Erin said, indicating her pigtails, “just in case you want to hold on to it and make sure it does what you want. Sometimes it needs a little help to get it just right, doesn’t it?”

The man groaned and she felt his hands grasp her pigtails. Her head swam with a rush of blood. She was actually doing it. She was sucking a real dick! She could feel every vein and ridge of the shaft with her tongue, while she slurped back and forth, trying to get it as deep as she could. The man’s cock was big, though, and try as she might, she just couldn’t fit it all in. He latched onto her pigtails and held her in place, then began to thrust his hips, fucking his shaft into her mouth.

“There you go. Use your hole,” Erin said, “It’s there to make you feel good. It’s just a hot, wet sheath meant for pleasure.”

The man was breathing heavily. Between the silky softness of Casey’s squirming tongue on the underside of his cock, and Erin’s dirty talk, he knew the end was coming soon. Jesus, he hadn’t blown a load this fast since he’d first learned about wanking. These chicks were seriously hot. Goddamn, this mouth felt good, but the way the blonde kept spewing the dirtiest shit, it was like he was living out a porno. Of course, this was exactly what Erin had intended.

Casey was being held firmly in place, now struggling to keep up with the intense thrusts from the man’s slimy dick. His hands held a white-knuckle grip on her pigtails. He was battering her mouth, fully convinced in his mind that she was not actually a person, but a sex toy. He pulled and pushed her head back and forth roughly in time with his thrusting. She could see, in Erin’s vision, the thick, foamy spittle drooling from her abused mouth, smearing her pink top, turning the fabric a dark purple as it soaked in.

The man’s rapid grunting, combined with her own repetitive, “Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!” as his twitching penis battered at the tight seal of her lips around it, all overlaid by Erin’s sick and twisted prattle, created a cocktail of sexual overload. Cooling spittle teased her nipples where her own secretions caused her shirt to stick to her breasts. Her hard little nubs were diamond points of pleasure. At some point, she’d begun masturbating herself chaotically. It was hard to hold any kind of rhythm with the constant jostling from the facefuck, but she just had to touch her excited cunt.

“Feed your bitch,” Erin said, “Go on. Just let those big, full balls go. Your hole needs filling, baby. Feed your bitch.”

Erin gathered a big glob of thick spit as it dripped from Casey’s chin, then slipped her finger into the man’s ass. He’d never been into that kind of shit, but he wasn’t about to complain at this moment. In fact, goddamn it felt nice. Really nice! Oh, oh, fuck!

Casey trembled. She could see herself shaking as one of the most intense orgasms of her young life quickly overtook her senses. The man lost it at the same time and gave a primal roar of release. All sense of humanity momentarily fled the room. This was a den of pure animality. At that second, Casey ceased to be a human for him. She was just a hole that he slammed his exploding prick into, releasing hard, hot spurts of ejaculate in a few seconds of carnal bliss.

Casey sputtered and gulped as quickly as she could. Thick ropes of creamy jizz flowed straight into her gullet, salty but so fucking sweet. Oh, shit! Shit! She was swallowing cum from a real dick! There was a hard, spurting prick in her mouth, and it was firing load after load of cream into her cock-drunk mouth! Her orgasm seemed to last an eternity, making her legs quake. If the man hadn’t been painfully holding her pigtails, she may have slumped over. She could hear Erin openly rubbing her own wet pussy and panting, but all she could see was her own face, mouth stretched widely around a twitching log of flesh, which was buried to the balls in her throat. She’d done it! She’d taken the whole thing!

The man held her there for another moment as his pleasure subsided. She could hear him growling, muttering, “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

He began to pull his dick from her mouth, and Casey felt something like a wave of panic. She began to suck again, reluctant to let him take away her new toy. She suckled his softening cock lovingly, slowly, nursing on it like it was life itself.

“Jesus Christ!” the man exclaimed.

“You see?” Erin said silkily, “It needs to have cock in its hole. It’s meant for pleasure. Without your big, hard cock inside it, it doesn’t have a purpose.”

“Fuck, you guys are nasty. This shit is crazy. Goddamn!”

He wanted to man up. He truly did. His prick was just too sensitive. He, reluctantly, pulled his meat from her sucking mouth, trailing a thick rope of cum and spit. Erin got to her knees and found Casey’s mouth with her own, sharing the reward, her hands stroking Casey’s hot, aroused cunt. Casey’s head was in a fuck-fog. This was perfect, absolutely perfect. Erin was sharing it with her, after giving her exactly the first-time experience she’d fantasized about. Her best friend’s hot tongue licked up the remaining cum in her mouth and then withdrew.

“I love you,” she whispered in Casey’s ear, “I love you more than anything.”

Casey beamed, and panted, “More! I need more cock.”

Erin giggled. The man was now lying back on the bed, a hand over his eyes as he recovered. Casey removed the blindfold, squinted against the light as her eyes adjusted. She peeled off her spit-soaked top, freeing her bare tits. Erin handed her a bottle of water, which she chugged gratefully, then she dropped to all fours and crawled to the bed, between the man’s legs. She let her curly locks free of the pigtails, shook them out. The man raised his head and exclaimed, “Damn!”

Her disheveled hair, wet face, sex-crazed eyes gleaming, stalking toward him like a wild beast, painted a picture of an animal out for nothing but pleasure. Thanks to his fortunate genes, his big dick had landed him plenty of hot pussy over the years, but for the first time in his life, he saw that he was the one being used. The hot blonde might have been spewing that degrading shit about this little minx being a hole for him to use, but the moment he saw that hunger, that inhuman desire for cock, he knew that he was the toy here.

The suck slut slid her hot hands up his legs, pushing them wider as she raised herself to her knees. Her hands slid over his legs, fondled his warm, empty balls, and looked him straight in the eye. Jesus! This chick was horned up! Erin stepped toward him, discarding her panties, and joined him on the bed, tracing his pecs with a fingernail.

“It would seem you have two choices,” she said, “You can either make yourself comfortable, and get ready for another round of sloppy, sexy, filthy cocksucking, or－”

“Option one!” he blurted, practically begging. “Option fucking one!”

He backpedaled across the bed in a hurry, creating a pillow cushion, where he propped himself up. Casey crawled onto the bed, and up to his side, where she laid her head on his heaving chest and began to gently play with his cock and balls. She rolled his nuts in her hands, held and stroked his shaft, watching it, transfixed.

“You love cock, don’t you?” Erin asked her.

“Yes.”

“Was it a good cocksucker for you, baby?” Erin asked the man, “Did that big dick have fun?”

“Hell, yes! Can I take it home?”

“Uh, uh,” Erin chided, “It’s mine.”

Casey slipped her lips back over his flaccid cock and played with the head of it with her tongue, just feeling its texture, the taste of it. She could hear slow, wet kissing behind her, and the man groaning into Erin’s mouth. The sounds continued, while Casey sucked on her toy until it began to come back to life. It jerked, wiggled like it was alive, and then began to harden again. She felt a flutter in her belly as she sucked and sucked. She could feel her own wetness coating her thighs.

Casey was consumed by her sucking, the feel of her lips gliding wetly up and down this stranger’s hard cock, the feel of his balls expanding in her hands as she carefully groped them. She could hear Erin whispering something to the man, and he groaned. She felt the bed move as Erin got up, came around to the other side. Erin pulled Casey’s soaked panties down her legs, tossed them to the floor. The man gathered Casey’s hair into his fist and pulled her mouth off of his penis. She gave a squeak of protest, and on some level registered how slutty that was, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to put that throbbing stick back into her mouth.

The man slipped his tongue into her mouth and smacked his big lips against hers. She realized that this was the most intimate kiss she’d ever shared with anyone, aside from Erin. Then, Erin was there, too. She turned Casey’s face toward her own and made out with her, too, then gave her back to the man. They shared her this way for several minutes, Erin touching her, petting her, stroking her, pinching and tugging her nipples.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, slut,” The man growled in her ear as Erin kissed her, “Come here.”

The man pulled her back by her hair until her head hung back off of the bed. She’d seen herself this way a hundred times in Erin’s creations, and her heart hammered with excitement. He plugged his rigid shaft back into her mouth, and forced the whole thing right into her throat, making her choke. He pulled back, gave her just a second to breathe, and then put it right back in. This time, she was ready, and she was able to take it all. His nuts rested against her nose, and she could smell the sweat, her own spit, the remains of his previous ejaculation. It sent a shock of pleasure straight to her cunt.

Suddenly, Erin’s tongue was inside of her, lapping away at her soaked pussy. She squealed in ecstasy around the thick cock-log as she came, bucking up against Erin’s face. Erin held her clenching buttocks in her hands and buried her face in Casey’s spasming cunt, licking, lapping, sucking, nipping. The dick in her throat withdrew and slowly began to pump her mouth. Casey became a hole again, shared from both ends. She felt her conscious thought slip away, and her whole focus was on keeping pace with the pistoning cockmeat in her mouth, and the waves of intense pleasure between her legs.

The man tugged at her hard nipples, groped her tits roughly as he used her sucking mouth. Erin continued eating her, holding tightly to her hips as Casey rode her face in much the same way. Having emptied his balls once, the man was like a machine, now. Her face was becoming a mess. Hot spit was getting into her nose, dripping from her face, soaking the carpet. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of it, but she was trying.

The facial pounding stopped. The man’s cock withdrew. Erin stopped eating her, she saw the two of them looking down at her through a bleary haze of phlegm that had gotten into her eyes. She worked her tired jaw. Erin wiped at her face with a wet towel, cleaning her up. The man laid back on the bed, and he pulled her up with him, maneuvered her like his own personal sex doll, until her pussy was over his mouth, and his cock was back in hers. She felt his tongue snake into her honeypot and begin to lick.

Casey groaned with excitement. This was a night of firsts. A man was eating her pussy! Then, a new sensation. While the man sucked away hungrily at her cunt, she felt Erin’s tongue at her ass. Casey squealed around the dick in her mouth. The man cupped her ass in his hands, spreading it apart for Erin to get her tongue into it. She went to work with him, the two of them pleasuring all three of her holes at once until Casey lost her mind and began to cum. The sheer lewdness of the whole experience proved too much for the meatshaft in her mouth, too, and it began to spurt another creamy load into her sucking hole. The man growled into her pussy, as he emptied his balls into her for the second time, fucking his hips into her mouth as he swallowed as much of her girl cream as he was able.

Slowly, they began to come down. The licking stopped. The tongue in her ass withdrew. Before Erin could climb away, though, the man gripped her by the ass and buried his tongue into her cunt. She screeched and exploded within seconds. She’d purposely ignored her own pleasure all day, and been on a complete sexual high. She’d broken down and let herself have a little cum during Casey’s first blowjob, but that was just a guilty pleasure. Her pussy was so keyed-up that it was on a hair trigger, and the feel of the man’s hot, squirming tongue against her box was all it took to set her off.

“Oh, fuuuck!” she cried and rode his face, while Casey got to her knees and stuck her tongue into Erin’s mouth to shut her up. They held each other as Erin got off, trembling and squealing, rocking back and forth, fucking herself against the man’s tongue, until, finally, she was able to climb off. He was red in the face, practically suffocated. It was, he thought, the best way he could have died. He lay, gasping, his balls completely drained.

For several minutes, none of them said a word. Casey and Erin lay together, purring and stroking each other, their man-toy forgotten. Finally, Casey began to giggle, which got to Erin, and then they were laughing together in fits. As the high began to fade, the man sat up, looking about dizzily.

Casey grinned at him, saying, “Hey, cock and balls. What’s your name?”

“Um, Ian?”

“Ian. You’re cute. Thanks for the cum. Next time, you might want to bring a friend.”

“Next time?” Ian said, looking dazed.

“Twenty-three more weeks to go, stud,” Casey said, “Think you’ll make it?”

“Fuck! Can I get, like, a year lease on that shit? I’ve got money. And Haloes!”

Casey laughed, “I’m not a whore, Ian. Just a slut! I will take another pair of Haloes, but I love sucking your cock, and if you can bring me another one just as nice as yours, I’ll suck you both. Because I like it.”

“Fucking deal,” Ian agreed.

“And Ian,” Casey added, “if you’re nice to me, it’s over. What do you do with your hole?”

“You fuck it.” Ian grinned.

“Bright boy.”

“Jesus,” Erin chimed in, “and, here I thought I was the perv.”

For another few minutes, they rested, and then the two girls followed Ian to his car. He handed Casey another set of Haloes, and then pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

“Sure was nice to pump my load into your slut mouth,” he said, making her pussy quiver. “Can’t wait to fuck it again next week.”

“You sure know how to talk to a girl!” Casey said.

Ian drove away, pulled up the first friend in his contacts, dialed.

“Hey, what’s up, dude?” a voice on the other end answered.

“Dude,” Ian said, “how big is your dick?”

“What the fuck?”

“Shut the fuck up. Seriously. How big is your dick?”

Where No Man Has Gone Before

Dave relaxed on the couch, while the late morning sun beamed in through the open blinds. He had a cold towel on his forehead and was dressed in his running shorts and a tank top, while perspiration gleamed on his skin. On the TV, old reruns of Saturday morning cartoons played. Autobots battling Decepticons registered on some level in his ears, but his mind was drifting, replaying the feel of Erin’s light little kiss the night before. Suddenly, the cartoons stopped. A white, horizontal line stretched across the TV screen. Weird.

“Do not attempt to adjust your TV...” a voice said, and Dave sat up straight, wondering when this channel had taken up replaying The Outer Limits.

The line went vertical, but then began to pulse in time with Queen’s “We Are the Champions,” which began to blare. He set the laptop aside and stood up. What the hell? Just then, the front door opened, and the sound of two laughing girls filled the entryway.

“Good morning, Dave!” Erin crowed.

Casey followed her in, both of them dressed in cotton pajamas with the top two buttons undone, big fuzzy slippers on their feet. Casey tossed her overnight bag onto a chair, and they each hugged him tightly.

“You know, there really ought to be some kind of control on those things. Unexpectedly taking away a man’s Saturday morning cartoons is a big no-no, and a nostalgia killer.”

“We are in control,” Erin said, evilly. “We control the vertical, and the horizontal!”

He sighed, defeated, but not in the least put out.

“I take it you two had fun?” he asked.

“Loads!” Casey answered, and Erin stifled a giggle.

“We got you a present!” Erin said, digging in her purse.

“If it’s a World’s Greatest Grandpa mug, you can keep it.”

“It’s only slightly better than that.”

She handed him a little black box. He took it, opened it. A set of shimmering contacts lay within.

“Are these... those things?”

The two girls swiped and poked at the air, and Dave watched as the color drained from their eyes, leaving them empty, black, and soulless. They approached him slowly.

“Dave...” Erin droned, “Join us, Dave...”

“It will be good for you, father,” Casey added, “You must join uuusss!”

Despite how horrifying the effect was, Dave let loose a guffaw that had his belly hurting.

“Stop it! Jesus, that’s the creepiest thing. And no hearts!”

They poked the air, and their eyes returned to their normal colors.

“Put them in, Dave!” Erin cried excitedly, practically bouncing.

Dave took the box into the bathroom and removed his contacts, replaced them with the Haloes, and popped one of the accompanying earbuds into his ear. The sensation in his ear caught him off guard as the earbud seemed to expand, fitting itself tightly into his ear canal. A few seconds later, a glowing letter “H” hovered in the air in front of him.

“Too cool!” he exclaimed, and walked back to the living room.

The girls watched him anxiously as he went through the setup steps, then the Haloes asked him for a name.

“Suggestions?” he asked.

“Jarvis!” Casey said.

“No!” Erin cried, “Come on, Dave, you big nerd. If you don’t name them Hal, I will actually kick you in the balls.”

Dave grinned, and said, “Hal.”

“Hello Dave. I’m Hal,” a voice said in his ear, and it was a perfect match.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, “How did it know what Hal sounds like?”

“They’ve got perfect replicas of every pop culture AI built-in, of course.”

“This is wild!” He had a cheesy grin plastered on his face.

“Dave,” Erin said and stood bouncing on her feet in front of him, “let me in. Leah, connect to Dave’s Halo.”

A message popped up in his vision, asking for permission for Erin to share his view. He accepted.

“Okay,” she said, “I’m ready. Do it.”

Dave looked at her quizzically.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” she repeated, her whole body quivering, eyes wide like some little anime girl.

“Open the pod bay doors, Hal.”

“I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t do that.”

Dave chuckled, and Erin giggled, hands covering her mouth in glee.

“Again!” she cried.

“Hal, open the pod bay doors.”

“I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t do that.”

She laid her hand on his chest and whispered, “Did you just have a little nerdgasm, too?”

He nodded his head, jaw slack.

“No. Not again,” Erin said softly, “Save it.”

He nodded again.

Casey rolled her eyes, and said, “Geeks. I’m going to have a shower.”

“I’m next!” Erin said.

“You wanna walk me through the rest of this?” Dave asked her.

While Casey went to shower, Erin and Dave finished setting up the Haloes. She jabbered excitedly, showing him features and functions, how to set up quick access, and generally playing around. Dave was enthralled. It was like half the sci-fi novels he’d read growing up were suddenly real, and then it dawned on him that he was about to witness people leaving for another planet in only two days.

Erin saw the faraway look on his face.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It just kind of hit me that all my childhood fantasies about spaceships and cool tech just became real life. You know, when I was your age-”

Erin groaned dramatically.

“When I was your age,” he continued, “I never would have dreamed that I’d be alive to see something like this, but damned if I didn’t just become some sort of cyborg. It’s just, kinda nuts.”

“It’s all moving so fast,” Erin agreed, “Personally, I think it makes you value more, the people you have around you. Even if they are cyborgs.”

“Okay. Epiphany over,” he said, “Continue showing me cool stuff, please.”

***

Dave fed them sandwiches for lunch, during which he was treated to the sight of the girls, once again, in tiny panties and their pajama tops. He still felt like a guilty pervert, but he had to admit that it was enjoyable.

After lunch, he lounged on the couch, flicking through Halo menus and exploring his new toy. The sound of footsteps running down the stairs drew his attention, and he sat up, curious. Erin burst into the room, her hair whipping behind her.

“They’re coming out of the walls!” she cried and dove behind the armchair.

“What?”

“Leah! Draft Dave into the war!”

A message popped up in his vision, stating, “Erin has requested you join the fight for freedom.”

He tapped yes. A giant mechanical spider crawled over the end of the couch in front of him. He yelled and fell off the couch. He looked up, and the thing skittered menacingly toward him, and then it exploded into a shower of sparks.

“Die!” Erin shouted.

Dave looked over at her, She wore a cowboy hat and held a smoking laser pistol in her hand. What the fuck was happening? Erin skirted the armchair and kneeled beside him.

“I’ve got you, Dave, but they’re holding Casey hostage. It’s up to us!”

“Jesus! What are they?”

“Mechanorachnids. And the queen has got Casey!”

Dave sat up and noticed that he had a pistol in his own hand. He grinned like a kid, and felt like one, too. He pointed his pistol over Erin’s shoulder and blasted another spider as it crawled over the armchair, feeling a thrill of delight as it vanished in a puff of sparks. Together, they got to their feet. He had to admit that it was a little odd seeing Erin wearing a cowboy hat, pajama top, and thin panties, while she blasted mechanical spiders into dust, but the effect was kind of sexy.

A wave of spiders poured down the stairs, and together they blasted through them, sparks flying into the air, evaporating as they fought their way up the steps. On the landing, a gigantic mechanorachnid with glowing ruby eyes blocked the way. They blasted it with the pistols, but they had little effect on the gleaming, metal body.

“Go for the eyes!” Erin said, and they took aim.

The creature hissed in fury as two, then four, then six of its horrid eyes exploded in puffs of red dust. It thrashed, keeled over, and then burst into sparks.

“Was that the queen?” Dave asked as they crept up the steps.

Erin poked her head around the corner, gulped, and then said, “Nope...”

Dave leaned over her and looked, “Shit!”

Guarding Casey’s door was a hulking black mass with jointed, razor-sharp legs. It had two heads that swiveled back and forth watchfully, gleaming red eyes attentive for intruders. Dave and Erin glanced at each other, nodded, and then split up, drawing the gaze of those sweeping eyes in both directions, firing at the glittering rubies. The thing screeched in pain as they blasted out its eyes, its legs flailing.

Jesus, it looked real, Dave thought, and the creature stood up on its hind legs, protecting its remaining eyes. A bolt of blue fire arced through the air, striking Erin in the shoulder, and she went down, crying, “I’m hit!” Dave saw smoke rising from her shoulder, but she rolled away from a second blast, and came up on one knee, firing her pistol in rapid succession. On the creature’s abdomen, Dave glimpsed a swirling, blue crystal. He took careful aim, fired, and saw the crystal burst into a million blue shards. The queen collapsed, her mechanical legs folding beneath her as the light faded from her eyes. She evaporated into a thick black cloud and swirled away. Erin hobbled toward Casey’s door, which was coated in shiny, translucent webs. She fired her pistol, and the webs burned away. Casey came rushing out of the room, throwing herself into Erin’s embrace.

“My hero!” she cried.

“It was a team effort,” Erin admitted, rubbing her smoking wound.

Casey hugged Dave, giving him a peck on the cheek. Dave returned the embrace, careful to keep his sweaty hands from groping her ass. In his Haloes, a stat screen appeared, showing his shots fired, hits, misses, and score.

“Old man’s got skills!” Erin said, “Deadeye Dave, we’ll call you.”

Dave grinned like a maniac and blew smoke from his pistol.

“Next time, you’re the hostage,” Casey said to her.

“That was a... blast!” Dave said, and the girls groaned.

“Hey, now that we’ve saved the world, I have some last-minute shopping to do for the trip. You?” Erin asked

“I could use a few things,” Dave agreed.

“Are pants required?” Casey asked.

“We could wear bikinis!” Erin suggested.

Dave flushed, and added, “I need a shower.”

***

The next morning, Dave found himself wedged into a middle seat on the plane between the girls. They shared a movie in their Haloes during the flight, getting odd looks from the people across the aisle, as the three of them stared off, seemingly at nothing, and chuckled to themselves. Dave didn’t care. The kid in him was practically bouncing out of his seat with excitement. The last few days had made him feel so young. Now, with the prospect of a childhood dream coming true, and his new cyborg eyes, he really did feel like a kid. He’d been as horny as one, too, unfortunately. He didn’t remember a time when he’d jerked off so frequently, as he had these past few days.

He’d stopped feeling quite so guilty about it because it was becoming normal, but he couldn’t help that twinge of sickness, thinking of himself as perverted when he stroked his cock, imagining Erin’s delectable bottom. He made a strong mental effort, though, not to include Casey in those fantasies. That was a line a little too far. The memory of Erin’s suggestion that she was going down on his daughter, however, did not make that an easy thing to do.

The blinding Florida sunshine greeted them as they departed Melbourne International, but there was something a bit off about it. Blinding. It should have been blinding because he’d forgotten to pack sunglasses. It wasn’t, though. His vision itself was tinted against the bright rays. He caught Erin’s eye and saw that her normal bright blues were darker, like a shade had been drawn over them. She cocked her head in question.

“Do the Haloes... adapt to the sunlight?”

“Of course!” she chirped.

“Jesus. These things are even gonna put sunglasses out of business.”

The three of them, bags in hand, crossed to the car rental, where Erin checked them in. A short time after, a valet brought around a bright red EV convertible.

“Nice choice!” Dave praised her.

“Every hot blonde needs a cherry red drop top,” Casey said.

“Beats the old bucket back home, that’s for sure,” Erin agreed, took the proffered key fob from the valet, and got behind the wheel. Casey vaulted the passenger side door into her seat, Dave, awkwardly, clambered into the back seat. They cruised down the ramp and hit the highway. Off to his right, Dave watched the rolling ocean waves, dotted by small boats and parasailers. Yeah, this was the life. He settled back in his seat, while Casey tuned the radio until the Red Hot Chili Peppers were crooning, “Road trippin’ with my two favorite allies...” from the speakers.

“Now that’s timing!” she said, and settled back in her seat, kicking her feet up on the dash, her bare legs soaking in the sun.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Dave asked.

“Leah,” Erin said, “share the map with Dave.”

In the corner of his vision, a HUD displayed an overlay of a GPS route on the road ahead.

“Should have known,” he answered himself.

He stared off at the ocean and lost himself in the music and the whipping of the warm coastal wind.

“I can give you a better view, Dave,” the voice of Hal said in his ear.

“Shit!”

Casey looked back at him, and he caught Erin’s eye in the mirror.

“Hal,” he said, and waved it off. Then he replied, “Okay, Hal. Show me what you’ve got.”

Something like the zoom control of his phone camera winked into existence, floating in the corner of his right eye. He scrolled the dial and watched the ocean grow closer, closer until he felt like he was right there on the beach. The effect made him feel a bit dizzy like he’d lost his depth perception, but he became accustomed to it quickly. He could even make out a gaggle of girls in bikinis along the sand and chuckled to himself. These things were a peeper’s dream. If he’d been a peeper.

***

Erin pulled the convertible into the Radisson Resort at the Port. The place was completely packed, and not just with the usual early-summer vacation goers. This was a global event, never to be repeated. Though the world had known for some time that it was coming, as the launch grew closer it actually became real for people. Even getting flights and a hotel three months before had been a challenge, and it hadn’t come cheap. The entire state was gouging on prices, and it was paying off big.

Rocket Launch View Point would be off limits for the general public, having been reserved for high-ranking dignitaries, and covered in massive amounts of security. Fortunately, they’d be able to get in at Port Canaveral Park. While it wouldn’t be a front-row seat, just being a part of it was enough.

There was a festive mood in the air, and everyone was on a space craze. On every available bit of sidewalk was someone with a booth, a cart, even kids with wagons, all of them hawking some kind of souvenir to cash in on the event. They couldn’t walk 10 feet without nearly tripping over a martian, a Klingon, or some other space-faring creature. Children with masks, rockets, laser guns, and space helmets were everywhere. People were decked in shirts reading, “Take me to your leader,” or “Pale Blue Dot,” and other memorable sayings.

They entered the lobby and stood in line to check in. Dave soaked in the temporary decorations that had been put up in honor of the launch. Banners sprinkled with comets and stars hung from the ceiling. Twinkling LED stars covered the walls. Carpet runners covered in comet trails crisscrossed the floor.

“This is the coolest freakin’ thing in the world!” Erin said.

“You mean...out of this world!” Dave shot back.

Casey rolled her eyes, and said, “You two should get a fantasy suite and just bone in a moon crater.”

“Oooh!” Erin cooed, “I could be a sexy Orion slave girl, and Dave can be a gross, slimy tentacle monster from planet Zorkon Prime!”

“Jesus! What kind of sick fantasies do you have?” he asked, then added quickly, “Forget I asked. Please, forget I asked.”

“Good catch, Dad,” Casey said, “She will tell you in lurid detail right here.”

The couple in front of them cleared away, and their turn to check-in came up, cutting off whatever witty reply was, no doubt, about to come from Erin. They checked in, were given key cards, and made their way up to their room. Room. Singular, Dave realized.

“Um, you don’t have your own room?” he asked.

“It was hard enough to get the one,” Erin said, shaking her head, “But it has a big king bed, Dave. Don’t worry. Unfortunately, it is not a moon crater, so please get your disappointment out of the way, now.”

“I left my giant slime bottle at home, along with the fully poseable tentacle suit, anyway. You just never know what to bring on vacation.”

Erin let them in and tossed her bag on a chair. Casey and Dave set theirs down. Dave crossed the room and drew back the curtains to the balcony, letting the sunlight fill the space. Erin kicked off her sandals and flopped down on the bed. Casey joined her. Dave admired the view of the Cape from the balcony, scanning the bustling town with his Haloes.

“Bikini time!” Casey said, suddenly, and vaulted from the bed.

She dug her swimsuit from her bag. Erin followed her, and together, they disappeared into the bathroom. Dave opened his own bag, retrieved a pair of baggy shorts and a tee, and tried not to imagine what was on the other side of the door. He was not successful. He wondered, briefly, if Haloes came with X-Ray vision.

“Hal, activate X-Ray vision,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t do that.”

Well, it was still in Beta.

After much giggling, the door opened, and the two girls stepped out. Casey was looking very cute in an ivory two-piece with red and yellow splashes, a pair of Tory Burch thong sandals on her feet. Erin was downright sexy in an emerald bikini that showed it all off, and a sheer sarong wrapped around her waist. Both of the girls had their hair tied back in ponytails. Dave tried his best not to salivate as they began to smear sun lotion all over each other. He busied himself, applying his own.

***

The sun was just beginning to dip into early evening, now, as they strolled through the milling crowd on the streets. Dodging vendors, they found a trendy little cabana restaurant for dinner, and wolfishly tucked into their food. For the next few hours, they explored the shops. Erin and Casey found matching sun hats, while Dave picked himself up a NASA baseball cap.

The nightlife was in full swing as they walked back in the direction of the hotel. Casey spotted an under-twenty-one dance club, and after a bit of convincing, they dragged Dave inside. The place was pumping out dance pop, something about, “Backdoor Girl.”

“Is that music?” Dave asked.

“It’s Bratty Britt,” Erin explained. “She’s too naughty!”

“I’ll say.”

They found standing room in a corner, and Dave tried to understand the appeal of the utterly trashy lyrics:

Grab my reigns like a pony, baby

Pull em back and show me

How a backdoor girl makes her money!

You ain’t gotta buy me dinner

Or take me to a movie

Just bend me over rough

And put that big one right through me!

I’m a backdoor girl, baby, backdoor girl.

Bottoms out, scream and shout, bury that stick!

I’m a backdoor girl, baby, backdoor girl!

Split it wide. Come inside. Slap it. Watch it jiggle.

My math skills stop at divide.

I’m always open for a ride.

Can’t resist the way my backside wiggle!

“It’s about butt sex,” Erin explained.

“Yeah, I picked up on the subtle lyrics,” Dave said.

The filthy song blended into something less racy, whereupon Dave found himself being pulled onto the dance floor by the two girls. He had no moves, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look any more ridiculous than the other people bouncing around. He was sandwiched between Casey and Erin, who laughed and ground against him, pushing their asses against his hardening crotch. He went with it. After a few songs, though, the day began to catch up with him, and he excused himself, becoming an observer. Other men took his exit as an invitation, but the girls ignored them, instead dirty dancing with one another to the delight of every male within view.

They returned to him soon enough, sweaty and laughing, but it was clear that they were fatigued, as well. They each held one of his hands and walked back to the hotel. They let Dave have the shower first, where he was very tempted to relieve the pressure in his aching balls, but he just couldn’t do it. Instead, he ran the water cold, then put on a pair of sweats and a new shirt.

“All yours,” he announced, and the girls took the bathroom together once again.

Dave was flummoxed. Changing together was one thing. Women did that, right? Showering together? Were they showering in their bikinis? Naked? Soaping each other up while they kissed passionately? The ache in his balls returned. Not now, he told his penis. No. He removed his Haloes, placed them in the case, turned on the TV, and tried not to think about naked teenage girls caressing each other.

His eyelids were heavy when they came out of the bathroom, making him groan inwardly. He feigned interest in the TV. The two girls wore only panties and thin pajama tops. Erin pulled back the covers on the bed, then they both came at him, plopped down to either side of him, and snuggled in close. The erotic smell of freshly washed female flesh drove the weariness from his mind. He handed the TV remote to Casey.

“Thanks so much for a wonderful day, Dave,” Erin whispered softly in his ear, and a shiver ran through his body.

“This is awesome, Daddy,” Casey whispered in his other ear.

Dave melted, and just enjoyed it. That little twinge of guilt faded into the background, and he let himself relax. Shouldn’t he let himself feel a little rush from being sandwiched between two half-naked women? Yes.

The TV droned on about tomorrow’s launch. Weather outlooks, the history of the program. Fiery failures, but many, many more successes. Repeat uses of the Starship vehicle. Sixteen round trips to the lunar surface. Years of planning and preparation. Already five unmanned flights to the Red Planet to deliver cargo and supplies ahead of the mission. Soon, though, his eyes were heavy again, and he caught himself snapping his head up to try to stay awake. He could feel Erin’s even breathing against his neck on his right side, Casey’s on his left. He had neither the heart nor the desire to wake them. He took the remote from Casey’s limp hand and closed his eyes.

***

Dave awoke in a tangle of limbs with a hard-on. Casey’s arm draped over him, one leg over his own, as he lay on his side. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his leg. Erin, lay with her hands tucked under the pillow, her eyelids twitching, also with a leg over him. She was so close that he could feel her breath on his face. What was the protocol in this situation? What did one do when their half-naked daughter’s pussy was pressed against their leg, while her sexy best friend’s utterly kissable lips were barely an inch away? Oh, and your dick was hard. All he knew was that if he didn’t extricate himself somehow, there would be more than one rocket going off soon.

Erin abated his dilemma when her eyes fluttered open, sleepily. Her lips brushed his, and he found that he couldn’t move. Fuck. He shivered. Her lips didn’t move. Instead, she pressed a little harder, tentatively, and licked his lips. Then, again, slow, sexy, her eyes closed. She sighed, pulled away, grinned, and opened her eyes again.

“Morning,” she said.

Dave was speechless. She made an enticing show of stretching languidly, and loudly, which roused Casey. She snuggled her nose against the back of his neck.

“Morning, dad.”

“Morning, honey.”

For the next few minutes, Dave stayed in bed, willing his erection to subside. This was complicated, however, by the fact that Casey and Erin strutted about the room in their panties while deciding which bikinis they would wear today. Finally, they disappeared into the bathroom together. He heard the shower running, a great deal of laughing and chatter, as well as the smack of a hand against wet flesh, followed by Casey yelping. His cock was not willing to go down. He tucked the damn thing into the waistband of his pants, got up, and made some bad hotel coffee.

Complimentary paper cup in hand, he pulled back the curtains and stepped into the warm, morning air. The town was already buzzing. Though the launch was scheduled several hours from now, there were already people heading toward their preferred viewing destinations. He supposed that every meter mattered in a case like this. He snapped his fingers to wake Hal for a closer look, but nothing happened. Of course, he hadn’t put the Haloes in yet. He marveled for a moment at how attached he’d become to the damn things in just two days. He contented himself with his regular, old, human eyeballs. After all, they’d worked just fine for the last forty-three years.

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped him around. The Florida coast was a beauty, but it had nothing on the banging blondie stepping out into the room, hair wet, decked out in a skimpy white thong bikini. Casey followed a moment later, steam rolling from the tiny bathroom, wearing a blue two-piece with a keyhole top, which pressed her tits together and promised a whole lot of fun to the right man.

“We’re going down to get some real coffee,” Erin stated, “Want us to wait for you?”

“Go on ahead,” he answered, “I’ll be down in a minute. If they have bacon, though, I’d love it.”

“One big helping of fat, greasy meat for Dave,” Erin acknowledged, “Got it!”

They snatched their little purses and sashayed out the door, much to Dave’s delight. As soon as the door closed, he was in the shower, furiously attending to his boner.

***

Prepared to face the day, Dave put on his NASA cap and departed the room.

“Hal,” he said, “locate Erin.”

“Erin is sharing her location with you,” Hal replied, “Would you like guidance?”

“Please.”

A glowing arrow blinked at the end of the hall, indicating that he should proceed right, toward the elevator. He followed. Hal highlighted the button for the lobby floor. He followed. The doors opened on the lobby, and a trail of stardust glowed on the ground before him. He followed. The sparking trail took him to the public dining room, where passable hotel food was being served to the hungry masses. A swirling blue icon floated above Erin, seated at a table with Casey.

“You have reached your destination,” Hal said.

“Thanks, Hal.”

“I’m at your service, Dave.”

Dave joined them at the table.

“Old man’s gettin’ the hang of it,” Casey quipped, sipping coffee with a welcoming grin.

“Girl, I was reading about this shit in paperbacks before you were even a thought.”

“Pa... pap... er... What is this word you speak of, ancient one?” Erin asked.

“You see, when I was just a lad, we used to cut down trees-those are the big green things outside- and then mash them up into tiny pulp. Through a very complicated process, they became flat, and we could write words on them with a pencil.”

“Words? Like this?” Casey asked, and drew a ditzy emoji in the air, making Dave laugh out loud.

Erin slid a plate piled high with nothing but bacon in front of him.

“Wow. Thank you for the visit to the cardiologist.”

She flashed him a winning smile.

“I think I’ll compliment the gigantic pile of grease with something that won’t kill me by the afternoon,” he said and went back to the breakfast buffet.

***

Thus, hunger suitably assuaged, the three of them made their way toward the Port Park to stake out a viewing site. Erin scanned the hourly weather radar in her Haloes and saw nothing but clear skies. It was as though the whole hope of humankind had managed to contain the weather itself, and nothing could stop the future from coming. They found a small hill overlooking a sea of gathered people from all over the world, and Casey tossed a blanket on the ground. There was nothing to do now but wait.

The hours ticked by. They kept a live feed from the launch site in one corner of their Halo vision and whiled away the time playing virtual cards, chatting, and snacking. Everyone was glued to phone and tablet screens as the time grew near. By zooming in as close as possible, Dave was able to actually make out the ship itself on the launch pad. This far away, it looked like a toy, but he knew it was anything but.

Periodically, smoke would bellow from beneath the boosters in a dry fire test. He could imagine the scores of people crawling over every inch of the thing, looking for even the slightest error. In the live feed, he heard back and forth chatter between the control team and ground crews, none of which made any real sense to him. At T-Minus thirty minutes, the President made a speech.

“At the height of one of the world’s darkest times,” he began, “on this very spot, the world came together in the spirit of exploration, and accomplished something that no one would have ever dreamed possible. Today, we are gathered here again, to begin a journey together that has been made possible through the sheer determination and uncompromising perseverance of so many.

“I stand with you all today, not as the leader of a nation, but as a citizen of this world. Carl Sagan referred to our planet as the Pale Blue Dot. It is the only known harbor of life in our galaxy, perhaps even our universe. As imperfect as humankind is, we are the stewards of life as we know it. Our responsibility is vast. Today, we take the first step in a brave new journey, beyond our home, beyond our moon. We boldly go where no one has gone before, and we go there together!”

Dave found himself clapping, tears in his eyes. The thunder of thousands of hands doing the same washed over him. Shrill whistling and raucous cries of joyful cheering, laughter, the sound of people crying was like an emotional tidal wave. He felt Erin’s hand find him, and then Casey’s, and he was hugging them to his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Thank you!” he said, and kissed Erin’s blonde head, “Thank you so much for this.”

Dave heard her sniffling into his chest. He held them close, the two most precious things left in his life. His reason. He thought about Kathy, and how much she would have loved to see this moment with them. He felt a small pang of sadness because these days he had trouble recalling her face. Then, Casey caught his eye, and he could remember Kathy’s face clearly. It was right there in front of him, and as long as he had her, he’d always have that lost love.

His eyes fell on Erin and his heart swelled. He was standing in a place where the past and future met. A place where people fought for and died for their dreams, scared to death of the unknown frontier, but ready to face it with the kind of steel balls of courage that few would ever have. As she stared up at him, eyes blue and clear like the sky above, he wondered if he had the courage to chase his own future. He’d always thought of the future as this slowly approaching wave, something that gradually came on until it was just there. You were living it. The last few days had proved him wrong, though. The future had blasted into his life, like the rocket on the pad, and had become his present. He felt so young, like the last twelve years of sadness had been blown away like all the clouds in the sky, and it was all thanks to these two women at his side.

The minutes ticked down on the counter in the live feed. Now, everyone was on their feet. A total hush fell over the crowd. The entirety of humankind held their breath and waited. The live feed flicked across to cameras all over the planet, where literally everything had stopped. Cars on the side of the road, watch parties in Times Square, and cities around the globe, offices where everyone stared into phone screens and TVs.

One minute.

Erin’s hand squeezed his tightly. Casey clung to his arm. His Haloes were zoomed in as far as possible, and he knew the girls were doing the same. Everyone was holding up cameras and phones to capture the moment. Silence. Wait. The ocean breeze sighed across the island, and then it too was still.

Thirty seconds.

No one dared to speak. Even the smallest of children had been infected by the silence.

Ten seconds.

Hissing smoke poured from vents along the rocket’s surface. The only sound, now, was the countdown from the control center. Every ear on the planet focused on this one, faceless man’s voice.

Nine. Dave’s palms were sweating.

Eight. He held his breath.

Seven. His whole body tingled with anticipation.

Six. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolled down into his eye.

Five. He didn’t dare blink it away.

Four. His blood raced in his eardrums.

Three. Casey’s nails dug into his flesh.

Two. They leaned forward.

One... and, “Ignition.”

From beneath the boosters rolled a cloud of hot, thick black smoke that quickly turned to a blazing red inferno as the ship broke free from the ground with agonizing slowness. Seconds passed, and then the booming roar of those monstrous engines washed over the crowd, causing everyone to take a step back from the deafening crash. The rocket hurtled toward the atmosphere on a pillar of fire that seemed miles long, leaving a trail of white smoke in its wake.

Beside him, Erin broke the silence, whispering, “Go! Go! Go!”

Dave and Casey took up the chant with her, “Go! Go! Go!”

All around him, it spread, and soon thousands of voices were chanting in unison, “Go! Go! Go!”

In the live feed, that anonymous man’s voice said, “Mars 1 has successfully cleared the pad. Good luck, and God Speed. You’re carrying us all with you.”

Erin broke out into a whoop of triumph as the ship vanished into the sky. The wild explosion of cheers and thundering applause that followed were like nothing the world had ever heard before.

The Power of Creation

The walk back across the island toward their hotel took hours through the press of bodies. They stopped for dinner, buzzing excitedly about the launch. It was on everyone’s minds, of course. All about them people stared into phone screens, glued to the live feed from the spacecraft as it entered a slingshot that would send it onward to a new world. The three of them were no exception. As they chatted over dinner, interviews with the crew played in a corner of their Haloes.

They decided to walk off their meal by taking a stroll down to the beach, where they spent a few hours splashing about in the waves. Dave couldn’t help admiring the girls’ wet skin, sparkling in the evening sunlight as their bikinis clung to their bodies. Night came on and they returned to the hotel, where Dave flopped down on the bed, while Erin and Casey took over the bathroom.

Erin ran the shower and stripped off her suit, turned a predatory gaze toward Casey, then pulled her into her arms. Casey moaned excitedly, quietly, as Erin peeled the wet swimsuit off of her.

“I’m so hot!” Casey whispered.

Erin pulled her into the shower and soaped her body. She started at her neck, rubbing the slippery soap down over her shoulders, kissing her lips lightly, while Casey bit her lip. She gave her breasts and nipples extra attention, soaping, rinsing, and then flicking her tongue across Casey’s hard nubs. She worked her way down her belly, rubbing soap between her warm, wet legs, between her ass cheeks, flicking her tongue against Casey’s aroused clit. Then, she turned her around and lathered her hair with shampoo, pressing her naked body against her as she did.

“We could sleep next to each other in bed tonight,” Erin whispered, “Your dad would be just a few inches away, and I’d play with your wet little pussy.”

She slid her hands between Casey’s legs and rubbed vigorously.

“He wouldn’t know how hot your cunt is, would he?”

“No…” Casey hissed.

“It would be a sexy secret, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“He’d be lying so close. I’d slip my fingers into you, just like this,” she said, and demonstrated, making Casey buck, “Your sexy pussy would get the sheets all wet when you cream. You’d have to be so quiet, so your dad wouldn’t hear you cum. Could you be quiet when I finger fuck you?”

“Aaah, no!”

“But your dad would hear you cum. He’d hear your pussy squishing and wet, wouldn’t he?”

“Yes…”

“It would make his cock really hard! He’d hear this sexy teen pussy, so wet and slippery, and it would make him think about fucking, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes…”

“You like making men hard and think about fucking pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“It’s so nasty to make your dad think about fucking wet, teen pussy, isn’t it?”

“So nasty!”

Erin’s fingers worked her faster, bringing her close.

“You want to be nasty, baby? You love being nasty.”

“Uh huh…”

“Do you think he’d jerk off? Would your dad’s cock get so hard he’d have to jerk off, hoping we wouldn’t notice?”

“So hard…”

“Your own dad would jerk off just a few inches away, stroking his cock, imagining horny, young pussy.”

“Fuck!” Casey hissed.

“I wouldn’t let you cum, though,” Erin whispered, “I’d turn over, and get under the covers. I’d start sucking his hard dick and let you finish yourself off while you listened. You’d have to listen to your best friend sucking your dad’s hard cock while you play with your cunt.”

Casey lost it and trembled, biting her lip to keep quiet.

“Don’t keep it quiet, baby,” Erin urged, “It’s ok to be a horny slut. You can cum really good and moan for me, so your dad knows you’re a horny slut.”

Casey gasped and squeaked, her stomach muscles contracting as she came on Erin’s fingers. She couldn’t help it. She moaned out loud, and the sound echoed off the shower walls.

“That’s it, slut,” Erin said, “Being a horny slut is so sexy. It’s so sexy to cum out loud when your pussy needs it so bad.”

She held Casey and kissed her lips as she came, and as she came down from her high.

“You’re so fucking bad!” Casey hissed with a satisfied smile.

“Uh huh!”

They finished their shower, dressed for bed in their panties and pajama tops, and emerged from the steamy bathroom. Erin noted Dave’s flushed cheeks, and his pointed attempts to ignore them as he watched TV, and was certain that he’d heard Casey’s orgasm. The thought made her pussy tingle. The two of them removed their Haloes and stowed them away.

“My turn?” he asked, and Erin nodded.

Dave carefully extricated himself from the sheets, covered his erection with his pajamas and quickly ducked into the bathroom. When he got back out, Erin and Casey were in bed, under the covers. They patted the spot between them invitingly. The cold shower had done little to relieve his hard-on, which was quickly returning to a state of arousal.

Erin pulled back the covers, revealing her half-naked glory, and made him climb over her to get into bed. Her eyes flicked to his crotch as he did, but she chose not to embarrass him further. He lay on his back, and they watched more of the TV news discussing the launch, as though it were the only thing happening in the world. Eventually, the excitement of the day faded, and he fell asleep nestled between two warm, young bodies.

***

The glow of the red digital numbers on the bedside clock read 2:21 am when Dave awoke. Erin was no longer in the bed. Casey, though, was dead asleep on her stomach, sprawled comfortably beneath the covers. He let his eyes adjust to the dark but saw no sign of Erin. Curiosity eventually won over. He slipped out of bed, found his Haloes, put them in, and ducked into the bathroom, so as not to disturb Casey.

“Hal, locate Erin.”

“Erin has shared her location with you. Would you like guidance?”

“Please.”

He emerged from the bathroom, noted now that he could see perfectly fine in the dark, located his key card, and followed Hal’s direction out of the room. He quietly shut the door, followed the guidance down the hall, down the elevator, and then out of the hotel. The night was warm and tasted of salt. Where, exactly, had Erin gotten to?

The shimmering trail of stardust in his vision led him around the back of the hotel, and then down a set of concrete steps, until he found himself on a dark, deserted stretch of beachfront. A short distance away, laying on the sand, a glowing icon over her head, he found Erin. He sat down next to her.

“Hey,” he said, “You okay?”

“Great!” she quipped, staring up at the sky.

She sat up and looked out across the dark water. Dave followed her gaze but kept quiet. She’d obviously come out here for something, and it probably wasn’t to hear him pepper her with questions.

“It seems like it never ends, doesn’t it?” she asked, and swept her hand across the water. The gentle rush of the surf lapped at the sand ahead.

“It does,” he agreed.

“All that dark,” she said, “and it’s an illusion. It’s finite. You know that at some point, you go far enough, and there’s another bit of land, and then another city, and then more people,”

She lay back on the sand again, looking up.

“But, up there, it just goes on and on, forever. I can’t even imagine what those people must be feeling right now, looking out across all those stars, and knowing that there’s no end. There’s no city. There’re no more people. It just keeps on going and going.”

“I’d think,” he said, laying back on the sand, “that it’s equal parts wonder and terror. How brave do you have to be to do something like that? Plunge ahead into the unknown. Excitement? Dread? One miscalculation and you hurtle off into emptiness, forever.”

“Or you get it right, and you start something new. You leave behind all the old concerns, the old fears, the old you. It’s a new beginning,” she said, “It’s… like the power of creation. There are no laws telling you what you can’t do. There are no old social norms that say what’s right and wrong. You just… begin, and you figure it out together.”

They lay quiet, just watching the cosmos wheel overhead. Finally, Erin turned to him.

“Wanna take a journey with me?” she asked, grinning.

“Will we fly off into nowhere?”

“No. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Okay.”

She stood and dusted herself off, reached out to him, and he did the same. She did not let go of his hand.

“Leah,” she said, “I’m going to create an Experience with Dave. I’ll be the creator, and he’s my companion. I’ll need a brush.”

In his Haloes, a message appeared, asking if he’d like to share an Experience with Erin. He did. Nothing seemed to change. There was still a dark and empty beach, but when he looked at Erin, she held a paintbrush in her hand. Her pajama top and shorts had been replaced with a slinky red dress that displayed a cum-worthy slope of cleavage. Her hair was styled, curled, cascading down her shoulders.

“What…”

“Shh…” she hushed him.

She took a step forward and drew the brush across the sky. In its wake, it left a smattering of brightly twinkling stars. She continued to wave the brush as they walked down the beach and the sand beneath them became an endless carpet of the same glowing points. It was as though he was walking through the vast dark of space. The effect was disorienting, but only for a moment. He could still feel the sand beneath his feet.

She led him across the expanse of nothing, so full of those twinkling lights, millions or billions of miles away. His mind tried to grasp the enormity of it. It wasn’t real, but it sure as hell looked like it. He kept his mouth shut. It seemed inappropriate to speak, like his voice had no place here. It was too small to have meaning in a place like this. She led him across the sea of stars, and comets streaked by, leaving trails of stardust that spread across the emptiness. He knew that those little bits of dust would drift endlessly across the universe, now, until they, too, became part of something bigger. The power of creation. Erin’s hand seemed a blur as she tapped, flicked, and pinched the air in front of her, the brush twirling like a baton in her nimble fingers.

In the distance, he saw a glowing sphere, which rapidly increased in size as they took each step. Mars. The planet loomed before them, becoming larger, until it filled his entire field of view. The stars vanished as they crossed into the thin atmosphere of the planet, and then he was looking out across the empty, red, rocky surface. They descended further, until they were standing on the Martian desert, looking back up at the pale sky, Deimos and Phobos hanging overhead.

Finally, Erin stopped and just looked up at the sky, holding his hand. He was afraid to break the silence. He could still hear the lapping of the ocean waves, which only mildly intruded on the illusion.

“Someday,” Erin said softly, “there’s going to be something new and beautiful here. It won’t be red, dry, and empty. It will be green and full of life. They’ll create it with their hands and their minds, and it will be all theirs.”

She looked up at him, wrapped her arms around his waist. He stared back into those deep blue eyes, filled with wonder, shining with brilliance. He saw a beautiful mind, somehow more beautiful even than her smiling face, working, always working, always wondering, ever-curious and excited. He felt her tremble. She closed her eyes. She kissed him under the pale sunlight of an alien world, and it was perfect.

How to Date Your Daughter’s BFF

Their flight left early the next morning. Dave and Erin didn’t speak about that kiss on the beach, but all through the morning, Casey could see them giving one another little glances, the occasional conspiratorial smile. Once they were on the plane, she messaged Erin in her Haloes.

“Did you do something.… naughty?” Casey asked.

“No.”

“Then why is my dad looking at you like a puppy?”

“It was just a kiss.”

“OMG!”

“On a moonlit beach, under the stars, with gently rolling waves.”

“That’s not just a kiss! That’s a kiss!”

“It was!” Erin agreed, feeling the flutter in her tummy as she replayed the memory in her head.

“Tell me about it later!”

“You want me to tell you about how your dad kissed me? While I finger your pussy?”

“Oh, fuck!”

Dave was conscious of Casey squirming in her seat next to him.

“You okay, hun?” he asked.

“Just getting comfortable,” she replied, her pussy itching.

***

A few hours later, the plane touched down. Erin had already ordered an Uber as they taxied in, which was waiting outside when they arrived. The driver gave them occasional glances, likely wondering what the relationship was there. The hot blonde, her head on his shoulder, and the sexy little brunette holding his hand made Dave feel like a king. The car dropped them at Dave’s house, where they made their way tiredly inside.

After he fixed them an easy, early dinner, Erin picked up her bag, looking sad.

“You know you’re welcome to stay,” Casey said, hugging her.

“Yeah,” she answered, “But I should probably head home. Make sure my mom hasn’t fallen down the stairs in a drunken stupor and lain in a puddle of her own piss all weekend. Not that it’s ever happened, of course.”

Casey hugged her tighter and said, “Call me later.”

Next, she wrapped her arms around Dave and held him.

“Thanks for being my space nerd, Dave,” she said, burying her face in his chest.

“No. Thank you for convincing me to go. I’ll be all the nerd you can handle, anytime.”

“I love you guys so much,” she said, “Can we just become Mormons and all get married to each other? I’m pretty sure it works that way.”

“This is your home, too,” Dave said, “You can always stay as long as you like. I won’t even charge you rent!”

Erin tilted her head up toward him, and for a moment there was something like… hope, he thought, but then she leaned up and kissed the side of his mouth lightly. He felt that same magic wrap around him, just like on the beach. She gave him a wry grin and broke away. He watched her walk out the door and his heart sank a little, like she’d taken all the fun in his life with her.

***

Dave stretched out on the couch a while later, watching the progress of the ship on the news, when Casey entered the room, looking down. As had become the norm, she was rocking only panties and a tiny shirt, her nipples clearly visible as hard little nubs beneath the thin cloth.

“Can I join you?” she asked.

“Of course!”

He threw back his blanket, and she climbed in with him. He put his arm around her and folded her in.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. It just feels different without her, doesn’t it? Am I just being crazy?”

“No. You’re not. It feels a little lonelier. Not that I’m complaining about having you all to myself, of course. I mean, when was the last time that it was just us?”

“That’s just it.” Casey said, “It hasn’t been for a long time, and this weekend, it feels like something… something changed, or has been changing, you know?”

“Yeah, it has been. Gosh, you guys just grew up so fast! I mean, I saw it happening, but this past week it kind of slapped me in the face, I guess.”

Casey teased him, “From what I hear, that’s not all that happened to your face.”

“Casey, I… shit…”

“It’s ok, Dad. Really. Why are you embarrassed about it? She likes you. Like, really likes you.”

“Casey, I just… I don’t even know. You don’t think it’s weird?”

She laughed, “No! Why would it be weird? You two are so fuckin’ cute together!”

“Language, young lady.”

She scoffed, and continued, “Why do you think it’s weird?”

“Well, for one, I’m old.”

“You’re not old. Lots of guys have young hotties.”

“Second, she’s always been, at least to me, like you. A daughter.”

“I get that, but she isn’t your daughter. She isn’t me. What we have is different.”

“Third, you don’t feel like, maybe even a little, like I’m betraying your mom?”

Casey was quiet for a moment, then answered, “You know, sometimes, I can’t really even remember what she looked like. I mean, there are things I remember, like the way she made me feel, or you guys laughing together. Good things. And when you’re with Erin, it makes me feel the same way. No, I don’t feel at all like you’re betraying her, or the memory of her. Mom loved you. I remember that. She wouldn’t want you spending your whole life alone, sad, with nothing but a memory of what love was like. She’d want you to live, to find genuine happiness.”

Dave felt his throat tighten and croaked, “How did I manage to raise such a gorgeous and insightful young woman all by my lonesome? If I ever did anything right, it was you.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?”

“Honey, you’re a man-eater!” he said, and nipped at her neck, making her squeal.

“Erin thinks you’re sexy,” she giggled, “I think she totally wants to do you.”

“You shouldn’t talk about your bestie that way, when she’s not here to defend herself.”

“Do you think she’s sexy?”

“Um…”

“Come on! Remember, it’s not weird. I think she’s sexy. If you aren’t gonna take her, I totally will!”

Dave laughed, but he also remembered the sound of that orgasm she’d had with Erin in the shower and felt his dick twitch against Casey’s ass.

“Yup!” she said, “You think she’s sexy. You totally wanna do my BFF!”

“Ok. Now it’s getting weird,” he said.

“It’s not weird! Come on, dad. I’ve seen your browser history.”

“Damn it! I really need a password on that thing. What were you doing in my browser history?”

“I’m a curious and precocious teenager with raging, out-of-control hormones. Duh!”

“I think this conversation’s gone far enough,” he stated.

“I’m enjoying it.”

“Did your curiosity extend to learning the word inappropriate?”

“Oh, geez. If I don’t talk about it with you, I’m just going to go on the internet and discuss it with strangers who will want to take advantage of my youth and naivety. They’ll probably want to do all kinds of bad things to me, and then I’m gonna end up barefoot and pregnant in a trailer park with some guy named Slick. He’ll have a bunch of gross tattoos and a spittoon. Oh, and he’s a pimp on the side.”

“Jesus! That got dark.”

“All because daddy didn’t wanna have the talk with me. So sad.”

“Okay! Man, you really lay it on. You get this crap from Erin, don’t you? That sounds like a line of her gobbledygook.”

“All I’m saying,” Casey went on, “is that I know you think she’s sexy. You’re just a man, dad. Men want to bang hot chicks. It’s biology. You can’t fight your biology.”

“You sound like that DomCo nutcase,” Dave grumbled.

“Well, he has a point there. Guys want to have happy penises. Hot girls give them happy penises. You’re a guy, and you want to have a happy penis. Erin’s hot. I’m hot. You like to watch porno that resembles the only two hot girls you spend most of your time around.”

Dave made a little strangled sound in his throat.

“I just think that people should be free to explore their fantasies, and not feel ashamed to be who they are. Life is short. We learned that lesson twelve years ago. You have to find your happiness in moments. Who cares if those moments are through art, or a business, or even getting a dick pounded into your mouth? Just find your happy moments and treasure them.”

“That’s… well, that’s… a lot of words…” Dave said delicately.

Casey erupted with laughter, and he joined her. Once they settled down, Dave said, “I think I should go to bed.”

“Yeah. It feels like you’ve got something to take care of,” Casey said, and wiggled her butt against him.

“Now that is inappropriate,” he said.

“Oh, no! Are you gonna spank me?”

“No.”

“Awww,” Casey whined.

“May I go, or do you just get a perverse joy from making me uncomfortable?”

“Perverse joy. Dad?”

“Yes?” Dave asked.

“Just remember. It’s ok. With Erin. Don’t worry about me. Just find your happy. I love you, and I want to see you find it.”

“Thank you, Honey.”

“And I don’t care if you watch porno with hot girls that look like me and Erin. Just find your happy.”

“I’m going to leave now.”

He kissed the back of her head and disentangled himself from the blanket. As he stumbled up the steps, he wondered again what the hell was happening to his life. He slipped into bed and stared up at the ceiling, then brought up his Halo menu and found the Flick-Talk app. A few minutes later, he heard Casey’s door shut.

Casey had been right in a lot of ways, he decided. Twelve years of hanging onto a memory of a feeling was a long time. He’d often thought that it was his way of being strong, as if refusing to move on was some noble act of true love. But was it? Were people really built that way? Weren’t there millions of others who had been through the same thing as he and Casey, yet they’d seen that actual love could come from other people they met during their journey? What, really, was holding him back?

He brought up his matches. Linda. Forty years old. Cute, mature, carrying some expected extra pounds. She had a charming little video showcasing herself journeying around the world, her son in tow. Marketing Director. seventy-nine percent match. Swipe left.

Cassandra. Thirty-eight. Olive-skinned. Italian heritage. Dark haired, with the kind of eyes a man could get lost in. Loves dogs. Really, really loves all twelve of her dogs. Sixty-eight percent match. Too many dogs. Another Casey. Swipe left.

Leslie. Thirty-nine. Pale and red-haired, with enormous breasts and charming dimples. Self-described white-hat, and a gadget junkie. Can’t get enough of books, especially romance novels. Sixty-three percent match. Swipe left.

There were more, but on the side of his menu, the little favorites icon turned green. He only had one favorite. He tapped the icon and there was Erin. Only a second later, a message popped up.

“Hey, beach buddy!” she said.

“Hey to you, my favorite Martian. Everything okay at home?”

“Meh,” she wrote back, “My mom’s still kickin’ it. I miss you guys already.”

“We miss you, too.”

“So…” Erin wrote.

“So?” he replied.

“I don’t want to make it weird for you,” Erin wrote.

“You can’t make it weird,” he assured her, “I’m… over the moon!”

“LOL!” she wrote

“Seriously. It’s not weird. If I can be honest,” he wrote, “it’s quite the opposite.”

“So, you kinda liked it?” she asked.

“No. I really liked it.”

“Maybe it won’t be the last one?” she asked.

“Depends on if I fall for any of these orcas your app is matching me with.”

“See any that you like?” she asked.

“Let’s just say that I only have one person on my favorites list, and we already know each other.”

“Dave, you know how to make a girl blush!”

He was feeling randy, and wrote back, “That’s not all I know how to make a girl do…”

“Mmm.… Now this I’d like to hear!”

“Can’t give away all my secrets. I’ll need to be convinced.”

A moment later, a photo appeared in his Haloes. Erin stood in front of her mirror in her panties, one strap of her tank top pulled to the side, exposing a hint of her firm, supple curves.

“Convincing enough?” she asked.

“Very, but I can’t divulge my secrets online, where Big Data could find them out. I’ll only reveal them at an undisclosed location. We’ll discuss it at our next meeting.”

“Intrigue!” Erin wrote, “Well, don’t keep me waiting too long. I do love a good secret.”

“I’m sure you have some of your own.”

“You have no idea,” She teased.

Becoming

Dave was on a high all the next day. He’d stayed up far too late, losing himself in his back-and-forth banter with Erin. By the time he’d finally gone to sleep, the conversation had turned into a mutual slinging of innuendo, a hair away from becoming pornographic. What had surprised him this morning was that he no longer felt any actual guilt over it. Rather, it was a giddy sort of excitement, like the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. Which, he reflected, is exactly what it was.

He felt productive and motivated, though he caught himself daydreaming about that kiss and checking the clock. Erin had messaged him the occasional little kissy face throughout the day, but that was all. No doubt she was busy with classes, as was Casey. Still, he wondered if she’d be coming over after class.

It was while he was brushing his teeth for the third time that day that a message came through from Casey.

“Care to go out to dinner with two sexy ladies tonight?” she asked.

“Will you be there, too?”

“Ouch!😥 “ Casey wrote.

“Ha ha ha ha! Joking. You know that you’re the most beautiful daughter that I have!”

“Wow! Someone is a super meany today! Guess I’ll just keep all the sexiness for myself, then,” she pouted.

“I would be honored to be accompanied to dinner by two sexy ladies, as long as one of them is you and the other is Erin.”

“Okay, but now you’re also going to listen to Bratty Britt the whole time we’re in the car, as your penance.”

He groaned.

***

A few hours later, Dave fidgeted on the sofa, waiting for the girls to get in. Casey was the first to arrive, plopping down on the sofa with her dad, where she tucked her feet up under her skirt. Dave could see she was brimming with exuberant energy.

“What?” he asked.

“Erin will be here soon,” she said, bouncing in her seat.

“Okay…”

“Are you guys gonna be, like, a thing?”

“Honey, we’re just going to be, um, us. Why rush to put a label on anything?”

She cooed dramatically, “Oooh! That’s so cute!”

Dave rolled his eyes.

“What’s your interest in this, anyway?” he asked.

“The truth?” she countered.

“I’d sure hope so.”

“Well, I know she makes you happy, and…”

“Yes?”

She mumbled something, too quietly for him to hear.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s… I think it’s… kind of sexy?”

Dave crinkled his brows.

“Daughter’s hot best friend has it bad for her single dad. It’s like… like a real-life porno plot, and I think it’s sexy, okay?”

Dave blushed. What was it with all the sexy from Casey lately?

“Well…” he stammered, “Just don’t get, um, too ahead of yourself. It’s a developing situation.”

“Nice. Turn something sexy into a dry news broadcast,” she said, huffing.

“Hey, this is all new to me. I didn’t expect this. I just… I don’t want to hurt anyone. Especially either of you two,” he said.

Just then, the door opened. Both Casey and Dave turned toward the sound. Erin strode into the room, paused, and laughed at the expectant looks on their faces.

“Don’t be weird!” she said, “Geez.”

She walked to Casey, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then stepped to Dave. Him, she kissed softly on the lips, then again with a little hunger this time. Dave melted into her lips. She stroked his cheek with her hand, and for a moment the only sound in the room was the wet smack of their lips. Erin pulled away, leaving him looking stunned.

“There,” she said, “Not weird.”

She grinned and laid on the couch, her head in Dave’s lap. Casey crawled over her and they held each other, while Erin looked up at him happily. Today, her eyes were something between blue and purple.

“Now, this is the life!” she said, “Where are you taking us to dinner, Dave?”

“Me? This was your idea. Or Casey’s. Haven’t you heard? Chivalry is dead.”

She scoffed and said to Casey, “Your idea. Where ya takin’ us?”

“It’s a surprise! Come on. Let’s get ready,” Casey replied, “And, Dad? Put on something nice.”

Dave was ready in ten minutes. Casey and Erin took longer. The result, he thought, was well worth the wait.

Casey drove, and true to her word she blasted Bratty Britt’s “Backdoor Girl” on repeat, causing Dave to sink as deeply into the back seat as possible, much to the delight of both women. Casey pulled the car into the lot at a top-notch steakhouse named Larson’s. Dave’s stomach rumbled. They were in for some fine eating!

“Nice choice,” he said over the music, “Haven’t been here since your graduation.”

Casey turned down the music.

“To be honest,” she said, “I didn’t want vacation to end! I want every day to be like that. You, me, Erin. I know you probably think it’s silly, and life isn’t a vacation, but I think it’s what we make it.”

Touched, Dave replied, “You’re right, Casey. It is whatever we make of it. Every day is up to us.”

“Totally!” Erin agreed, “Can we go eat steak now?”

Dave escorted the ladies into the restaurant, where jealous pairs of eyes followed them across the room. They wore matching bodycon dresses, Casey in red, and Erin white. Dave couldn’t help but compare them to the devil and angel on his shoulders. But which was which?

While they waited for their food, the girls chatted about their classes, making a point to include Dave by asking him about his college days and how they compared. Erin, in particular, delved deeply into his experiences in computer science, seemingly rapt at how archaic the curriculum was compared to her own classes. She was fascinated with the history and development of technology. She lightly stroked Dave’s hand across the table as they talked.

After dinner, Casey drove them home, where they spent a couple of hours destroying Nazis on his PlayStation. Too soon, it seemed, Erin was leaving for the night. She left him with a sexy kiss, while he held her about the waist, then returned to the couch with a schoolboy grin on his face. Casey laid her head on his lap and they watched the TV news as Dave stroked her hair.

“You should have asked her to stay the night with you,” she blurted.

“Erin?”

“No, the waitress,” Casey joked, “Yes, Erin!”

“Isn’t that moving a little fast?”

She laughed, “Not for her. She’s been saving it for you for years.”

“Here we go again,” Dave said, “Casey, it’s still a little weird having your daughter give you advice on how to… date… her best friend. Is it even dating? I don’t know what it is. I like it, but I don’t really know how to label it.”

“No labels, remember? And it isn’t weird. You’re the only one making it weird. Just take her. Ravish her. She wants it.”

“Can I ask you something?” he asked tentatively.

“Uh huh.”

“Are you okay? You’ve been kind of flaunting it a bit lately, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have. It’s fun! Is this it? Are you gonna give me the talk?”

“I don’t need to give you the talk, Honey. You’re a big girl. You can be whoever you are, and I’ll love you to death. I’m just trying to figure it out, is all. I’m your dad, and above all else, I just want you to be safe and happy.”

“I’m both. I’m, also, just enjoying being a hot college chick. It’s fun, and it’s exciting. You know, arousing.”

Dave shifted uncomfortably. She had to feel his dick twitch in his pants.

“Look,” she said, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You’re my best friend, aside from Erin. I just… I just want you to know me. To know who I am. I never want to feel like I have to hide things from you, ok?”

He nodded and said, “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I hope you won’t. I may not need every sordid detail,” he chuckled, “but I’m happy that you want to be open about who you are with me. It’s more than most parents get.”

“Well, I’m still figuring myself out,” she admitted, “but I’m really glad to have my dad-friend.”

With that, she got up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Dave watched her hips sway in the tight-fitting dress as she left the room, wondering who his daughter was becoming.

Casey and the Depraved Double-Dicking

Casey casually stroked her pantiless pussy in the passenger seat of Erin’s car as the two teens drove to their hotel rendezvous. It was, again, Friday night and Casey was a hair away from cumming in her seat. They’d left Dave with another story of staying over at Erin’s place this evening, and even though Erin was equally as excited as Casey, there was something that didn’t sit right with the little lie. Though he’d been very casual about it, playing it off, she could see that Dave was a little disappointed at the thought of the whole night alone.

Erin, herself, was slightly torn by the prospect, too. This thing, this feeling, the little budding romance, tugged at her attention. She’d wanted it, pursued it, and now it was happening. She wanted to indulge in it. However, she also wanted to indulge in the filthy perversions with Casey, and right now her horny young cunt was winning out. Still, she didn’t feel good about lying to Dave. She shoved the feeling deep down inside and pulled into the hotel.

Casey looked like a cock-hungry slut, clacking across the hard floor in a pair of pumps, legs bare, running up to a short, tight little skirt. Erin watched the sexy curve of her back, equally exposed, to where it disappeared beneath a clinging tube top. Her dark hair swished loosely from side-to-side as they approached the elevator.

Once the doors had shut, Erin pushed Casey against the wall and kissed her dark, red lips, snaking her hand underneath the tiny skirt, where she could feel how hot and slick her friend’s pussy was. She stroked Casey’s slit, and like a well-trained bitch, Casey humped herself against those long, expert fingers. The elevator dinged and Erin pulled away, grinning seductively as she led Casey down the hall to the room.

Erin held her gently, slowly and sensually, kissing Casey, stroking her body, warming her up for what was to come. It wasn’t long before she was prompted by a message in her Haloes that company had arrived at the door. She opened the door to find Ian, accompanied by a friend this time. Both men shifted from side-to-side nervously, wondering if she might slam the door in their faces like it was all some cruel tease. Instead, she smiled and let them in.

“No men with clothes allowed,” Erin said, and then vanished around the corner with a teasing crook of her finger.

“Dude,” Ian’s friend whispered, “I swear to god if there’s a fat chick on the other side of the wall, I’m booking it.”

“You don’t know that the fuck you’re in for, my friend,” Ian scoffed, and stripped without hesitation.

He stepped around the corner. His friend fidgeted with his belt, a little unsure, and then stripped himself more slowly. He followed Ian. In the short time he’d taken to decide to get naked, though, Ian had already begun. The sight before him was straight out of a porno. A good porno.

Ian had his dick buried in the mouth of one of the cutest little brunettes he’d ever seen. She was face-down on the bed, legs spread, tiny skirt bunched around her waist. He held the girl’s hair tightly in his fist, keeping her head in place as he methodically fucked his dick between her tightly sealed lips. Just behind him stood the hot blonde number, her painted nails stroking Ian’s chest while she whispered into his ear. Ian stared down at the dick sucker on the bed with a look somewhere between adoration and devotion. The dude was in love.

Erin turned to him and beckoned him forward. He came. He stopped in front of her, looked down. The brunette stared back up at Ian, eyes wide as he used her mouth, more roughly now. Erin stroked his chest, slid her hand down to his hardening cock, fondled his heavy balls.

“Such a nice big dick,” she whispered into his ear, “Don’t you want to feed it to a hot little slut?”

She gently stroked his erection, and focused his attention on Casey, continuing, “I hope you don’t mind sharing that tight, wet hole with your friend. That’s what it is, you know. Don’t think of the slut as a person. It’s not. It’s a toy. It’s just for making your hard dick happy. You want to make your dick happy, don’t you?”

He nodded and swallowed hard. He took a step forward. Ian pulled the girl’s mouth off of his shiny cock and used her hair to direct her mouth onto his friend’s cock. She inhaled it almost desperately. He groaned as her wet lips snuggled tightly over his erection, engulfing it in a tight sleeve of sucking pleasure.

“Go on, baby,” the blonde whispered hotly in his ear, “Fuck your slutty hole all you like. It feels so good on that throbbing cockhead, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah…” he said, and pumped his hips in and out of Casey’s mouth.

Ian took Casey’s hand and guided it to his cock. She stroked it as well as she could, but the position was awkward. After just a few strokes, Ian moved their toy into a more useful position. He pulled Casey’s sucking mouth off his friend’s dick and fell in love all over again at the sad look in her eyes. Damn, but this girl loved cock!

He put Casey on her back on the bed and motioned his friend to straddle her chest. He did so with enthusiasm, and moments later, his dick was back in the hot teen’s mouth. He fed her inch after inch, slowly, savoring the amazing feeling of her squirming tongue along his shaft as he used her face. Ian crawled between her legs, spread them, and went to work on Casey’s very excited cunt with his tongue.

Erin’s voice was in his ear as he sucked and lapped at Casey’s delicious honey, “Oh, God! It loves that sexy tongue in its cooch, doesn’t it? I think you’re going to make it cum its slutty cream all over your face. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hot you’re making it? It’s so close. Don’t let it cum. Not yet!”

Ian could feel the tension in Casey’s gyrating hips against his face, the telltale signs of an imminent orgasm approaching. Following Erin’s instructions, though, he pulled his mouth away just before it hit. He could hear Casey’s moan of disappointment at having been denied, muffled by his friend’s meat in her mouth. His buddy had a hand behind his back, tugging the slut’s nipples as he continued fucking her face.

Erin turned his wet face to hers and licked and kissed at his mouth, tasting Casey’s pussy. She gently stroked his cock as she kissed him, then guided his erection toward Casey’s spread pussy. She looked him in the eyes, a crooked smile on her face, and touched the head of his cock to Casey’s wet hole. He shivered, surprised and delighted. Was he going to get to fuck the girl?

Erin continued stroking his cock, then slapped it against Casey’s dripping slit, making her buck.

“It’s such a sexy pussy, isn’t it?” Erin hissed in his ear.

“So sexy…”

She rubbed his spongy head along Casey’s slit, coating it with her girl cum.

“It’s never been fucked,” Erin continued, while she teased his dick with that inviting warmth, “It wants to be so badly, but I haven’t let it.”

“Fuck!”

“Is that what you want?” Erin teased, slapping his cockhead against Casey’s clit, “You want to be the first to fuck it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You want to know how good that sexy teenage pussy feels when you push your big dick inside it, don’t you?”

“God, yes!”

Casey gurgled loudly as Ian’s friend continued pumping her mouth, forcefully stuffing his excited prick into her gullet, making wet, squishing sounds with each thrust.

“That’s my pussy,” Erin whispered, and used his cockhead to stimulate Casey’s clit, bringing on her much-awaited orgasm, “I’m saving it for the right man. Are you him, Ian? Are you the right man?”

Ian breathed heavily as Erin jerked his cock, coating it with Casey’s fuck honey as she continued to tease them both. Jesus, this girl was gonna make him blow! She was a perverted maestro, and sex was her symphony.

“You want to be, don’t you? You want it to be you. You want to push your fat knob into it and feel it gripping you so tightly. It would feel soooo good! Just think about how smooth and hot that pussy is. Can you imagine what it would be like to get your cock all the way inside of it? You can, can’t you? You could fuck it as hard as you want, as often as you want, and it would always be so wet for you.”

She put the head of his cock against Casey’s hole. It fit so snuggly at her entrance.

“Just one little push,” Erin said, “That’s all it would take to have it wrapped around your cock. Do you think you’d cum? I think you’d cum so fast.”

Fuck, this chick was doing a number on him. He’d never done anything this nasty! She jerked his dick off with just the head of his cock poised to fuck her friend. He couldn’t handle much more of this.

“You could push it so deep and just fill it up, make it take your big load. It would love that. It would suck all the cum out of your balls and then want more, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah… Fuck… Fuck… Gonna…”

“You could empty your balls inside it, and then step aside so your friend could be next.”

Ian lost it at that mental image. Erin felt his cock twitch, jerk, and then he groaned and shot his first load of cum all over Casey’s quivering cunt. Only a second later, his friend roared like an animal and unloaded into Casey’s mouth. The dual sensation of hot cum splattering her pussy, while she took another load into her mouth, triggered Casey’s orgasm, too. Erin squealed in elation as all three of them came together.

Erin gently pushed Ian aside and took his place between Casey’s legs, licking up the cum from her horny pussy. Ian and his friend stepped aside on wobbly legs and watched the blonde babe eagerly suck at her friend’s slit, cleaning up the spooge, then coaxing another hot orgasm out of the suck slut. Ian settled on the bed and made out with Casey. The fact that she’d just swallowed his friend’s semen seemed to make no difference. He was overcome with the depraved sight in front of him. His friend joined them on the other side, sucking at Casey’s tits as Erin worked her up for yet another hard cum.

The trio of stimulation had Casey’s mind in a whirl, and within moments she was going off again, squealing into Ian’s mouth, cumming on Erin’s face, with a hand on the back of the stranger’s head, while he feasted on her nipples. This was fucking heaven!

Date Night

Casey panted wildly, her vibrator pressed against her clit, while she replayed the video of last night’s debauchery in her Haloes. Erin had sent her the edited video from three different perspectives just minutes ago. Once again, her friend’s skills were top-notch. The finished cut, from the viewpoints of Erin, Ian, and his nameless friend, was even better than the previous week’s. This time, it was no fantasy. It was her. They stuffed her real mouth full of cock. It was her pussy with a man’s cock against it. The hot cum was spurting onto her actual body, and into her mouth. It was intoxicating to watch. She soaked her sheets in girl cum as she watched a man without a name unload his balls into her willing mouth.

After the… event… lying on the hotel bed with Ian’s tongue in her mouth, Casey realized that this perverted stud sucking her tongue was actually kind of cute. And nasty. And she wanted to know more about him. It was a new feeling. She’d never really had a crush on someone before that she could remember. Was this a crush? Whatever it was, she’d messaged him that morning, and lost several hours as they chatted back and forth.

Ian, she’d discovered, was a nice guy. He was a few years older, smart, kind of silly, and exceptionally perverted. It was, to Casey, an excellent combination! So excellent, in fact, that she’d asked him out on a date. Her first date with a boy! It wasn’t lost on her that their interactions thus far had been sort of backward. Traditionally, one does not start the relationship with filthy blowjobs, and then progress to normal dating routines, but was that wrong?

Casey didn’t think so. If she was going to date someone, she decided it was better for them to know that she was a slut right from the start, to avoid any problems later on. Ian wasn’t put off in the least. He seemed to love it. He’d even asked her to dress up like a hot piece of ass for their date.

“I want every man that sees you to think about how much fun it would be to get their dick in you,” he’d said.

She had, of course, excitedly shared all the details with Erin throughout the day. Her best friend teased her mercilessly.

“He’ll want to have you suck him off on the way to dinner,” she’d said, “He’ll want to make sure your tummy is full of his sperm by the time you get to the restaurant!”

That thought had, of course, been immensely exciting to Casey. She forced herself to stop playing with her cunt and get ready to go out.

Down the hall, Dave was spending more time on his appearance than he had in over a decade. He was giddy at the prospect of a date with Erin. He’d been meticulous in his grooming, even going so far as to ask Casey’s opinion on his cologne. She’d been messaging him throughout the day, teasing some kind of surprise she had for him. Knowing Erin, it was bound to be fun. Satisfied that he was looking good for an old man, he left his room.

On his way to the stairs, he met Casey leaving her room, and raised his eyebrows in unspoken surprise. His daughter flashed him a smile and cocked her hip. Her dark curls hung loosely down her back, and her Haloes gave her eyes an emerald tint. She was clearly braless in a spaghetti strap top, her midriff bare, and wearing one of the shortest, tightest skirts he’d ever seen.

“Wow!” Dave said, “You look…”

“Hot?” Casey suggested, “Sexy?”

“Girls didn’t dress like that when I was your age,” he grumbled, “Are you sure you’re giving this guy the right impression?”

“I’m giving him exactly the impression that I want,” Casey answered.

“Casey…”

“Dad?”

The doorbell rang.

“Don’t worry,” she said, and kissed his cheek, “Big girl, remember?”

“Isn’t this where I tell you that you’re not leaving the house dressed like that?”

“You can. I’d probably listen, resent your authority, and then do something rebellious like teenagers do. Or you can trust me to take care of myself.”

“Okay,” he said, reluctantly, “But note that I was not encouraging this.”

“You can spank me for being bad later,” she quipped and ran down the steps.

Dave sighed, feeling like a terrible parent.

Casey opened the door and welcomed in her date. Dave took the guy’s measure. Ian was stocky, with well-cut sandy hair and an amiable smile. His eyes were kind as he flicked over Casey and then turned his gaze to Dave.

“Hello Mr. Marrin,” he said and extended his hand, “Thank you for letting me take Casey out tonight.”

Dave took his hand, shook it politely, and said, “Good to meet you. Can I grill you before you take my most prized possession out?”

“Um, sure,” Ian agreed.

“Don’t worry,” Casey said, “He left his bat upstairs, so I think you’ll be okay.”

“Comforting,” Ian said.

Dutifully, Dave peppered Ian with a few questions, all of which he answered appropriately. This made Dave feel like a slightly better parent. The front door opening interrupted them, and Erin made her own entrance, looking casually sexy in a tight pair of jeans and lacey blouse, her blonde hair braided.

She hugged Casey, gave Dave a quick kiss on the lips, and then turned to Ian.

“Now you, young man,” she said, “you be damned good to her. Don’t keep her out until all hours, and if you hurt her, I’ll kick you in the balls. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Ian said, holding his hands up defensively.

“And then Dave will beat you with his bat,” Erin added.

“Aluminum,” Dave nodded.

“Noted,” Ian said and gulped visibly.

“We’re not a violent family, really,” Casey said, taking Ian’s arm, then turned to Dave, “You have your own hottie to take out. You two nerds go play D&D, or whatever nerds do.”

She kissed Dave on the cheek and then surprised everyone by kissing Erin on the mouth. Even Erin seemed taken aback. Then, they were out the door. Dave gave Erin a quizzical look and she blushed most uncharacteristically.

The moment Ian was out of sight of the house, he pulled his half-erect member from his pants and pushed Casey’s head into his lap. She slipped her lips over his swelling cockhead and lovingly sucked away as he drove. Her first date was off to a great start!

A short while later, Dave sat in the passenger seat of Erin’s car, thankful that Bratty Britt was not on the radio. Erin found his hand and held it as she drove. The feeling was becoming less odd by the day.

“So, are you going to clue me in on this surprise?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you.”

He sulked dramatically.

“Worried about Casey?” she asked.

He nodded.

“He’s a nice guy,” Erin said, “He’ll be good to her.”

“He seems like it. It’s just… she was dressed kind of... you know.”

“She just wants to be hot. She is hot,” Erin corrected herself, “She just likes to show it off, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“It’s hard not to notice. Is there something going on with her? I just feel like she’s been pushing this being sexy thing a lot more lately.”

“She’s just having fun,” Erin answered, “But it’s not really my place to talk about it. Maybe you should just talk to her. Casey’s an open book, Dave. If you want to know anything, she’ll tell you.”

Dave nodded and looked out the window, lost in thought. What if he didn’t like the answer? What if he liked the answer, and it wasn’t appropriate to like the answer? He tamped down his thoughts for another time. It was time to focus on being a suitable date, not a concerned dad.

Erin pulled the car into a strip mall and parked in front of a shop with blacked-out windows. The sign, in futuristic blue lettering, read, “X-Pwn.”

“What is this place?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Come on!”

They held hands and walked to the building, where Dave courteously opened the door for her. Thumping bass music reverberated off of the walls, which were decorated with gaming nostalgia from over sixty years of history. Everything from Atari joysticks to Nintendo Power Gloves, to circuit boards, posters and stickers lined the walls. On the big, open floor were arcade cabinets with ancient classics ranging from Pong and Pac-Man to Galaga and Space Invaders. The arcade ran back into the darkness, and as Erin led him through the maze, he saw couches with every conceivable console set up for players to enjoy.

Erin led him back, further into the depths of the place, until they reached a door, over which hung a sign stating, “No Noobs Allowed.” Erin winked at him and pushed open the door. She took them to a nearby counter, where she registered them as “Oddly Shaped Pear.” The attendant, a skinny goth kid with lanky black hair, handed her a card.

Together, they lounged on one of the couches, and watched as other teams fought deathmatches against each other and hordes of demons in one of Dave’s favorite games, “Hell Match.”

Finally, they were up. Erin handed an attendant her card, and they were placed side-by-side at a couple of terminals. This was old hat., to the two of them. They’d put in a lot of hours as an online team but being here among a bunch of other gamers was a new experience. Erin grinned wildly at him as they took down their first team, and then a second, but the third proved a better challenge. A sniper took Dave out, leaving Erin to fend off two opponents. They eventually brought her down in a pincer attack.

After the match, they hit the arcade cabinets, where Dave excelled in the retro games taken back to his childhood. Erin was very touchy and affectionate, which proved his undoing on several occasions. She laughed and grinned wickedly, fully aware of what she was doing, but Dave couldn’t have cared less. He was in nerd heaven. Video games. Hot girl touching him all over. It was bliss.

***

They called it a night at the arcade and were soon back at Dave’s home. He flopped onto the couch, and Erin joined him, snuggling up against him, pulling a blanket tight around the two of them.

“Thank you,” Dave said, “You’re incredible.”

Erin beamed, and replied, “That was so much fun! Casey never wants to go gaming with me.”

“I’m up for it any time,” Dave said and hesitantly put his arm around her.

“It’s ok,” she said softly, “Not a little girl, anymore, remember?”

“Remind me,” he said cheekily, surprising himself.

Erin raised her eyebrows and said, “Bold, Dave.”

She tilted her head up and kissed him softly, lingering, and again with more pressure, parting her lips, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Dave let it happen, pushing away the hesitancy, the little nagging guilt that was slowly becoming a distant memory. They made out like a couple of horny kids, Dave trembling with excitement at the feeling of a woman’s lips against his. This differed from that kiss on the beach. That had been a moment of passion, yes, but not like this. This time, they were able to take it further, if he was willing. Erin caressed his chest with her hand, signaling that she was certainly willing.

“Take me upstairs,” she whispered.

Dave gulped and stood, pulling her up with him by the hand. He dimmed the lights in the bedroom, closed the door, and turned to the bed. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of Erin, laying on her side in the loose top and jeans, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow as she lay on her side. Her curves were perfect. Her eyes caught the low light. That familiar, crooked smile played on her lips, which looked so wonderfully kissable.

“God, what a view,” he said, and Erin’s grin grew wider.

He joined her on the bed, and excitedly took up where they’d left off, kissing, letting his hands roam across her back, down her sides, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips, where her top left her belly bare. Erin mewled in appreciation of his touch, and returned it, sliding her hands under his shirt, nails raking lightly against his chest, her hot, trembling palms flattening to glide over his chest.

Her hands sank further, further, and came to rest on his crotch, massaging his hard cock through his jeans. He groaned into her mouth, sucking at her tongue. She undid his belt, snapped the button on his pants, unzipped it, and her fingers slid inside, lightly teasing his dick through his boxers.

Dave stopped, looked into her hungry gaze, and swallowed, saying, “It’s… been a long time since anyone… since…”

She put her finger to his lips, brushing them softly.

“Take your time,” she whispered back, “We have our whole lives. Right now, it’s enough just to be here, like this, with you. You know…” she hesitated, “It’s… well, I’ve never actually… done it.”

That caught Dave by surprise. When Casey had said that Erin was “saving it for him,” it hadn’t actually registered.

“I wanted it to be you,” Erin said and kissed him lightly.

“Erin…”

“I… Dave… I love you,”

Dave wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, and kissed her ear.

“You’re the most amazing woman, and I love you, too. You make me feel… alive,”

He felt wetness on his cheeks, and when he looked at her, he saw small tears in her eyes.

“You make me feel the same,” she said, “Like I can do anything.”

“You can,” he said.

Erin wiped at her eyes and collected herself. In a flash, her grin returned, and her eyes were smoldering.

“Anything?” she asked.

He nodded.

She gently pushed him onto his back, and when he blinked, she was on top of him, straddling his crotch. Peeling away her top, Erin revealed the most marvelous set of breasts Dave had ever seen. She wore a slinky, white bra, which pressed her big tits together so invitingly. Her hair was a wild dervish of gold across her shoulders, down her back, stray locks hanging over her eyes. She slid her body along his, and found his mouth again, locked her lips against his, and kissed.

She stroked his face with one hand and whispered in his ear, “Can I make your cock hard?”

He swallowed, feeling hot, and said, “You already did.”

“Can I take it out? Can I stroke it and suck it?”

“Oh, God…”

“I can be all yours, Dave,” she whispered, her warm hands against his skin, her hips rocking against his erection, “You can do anything you want with me. You can have me any way, any time, however you like. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He nodded, dumbstruck.

“You can have my sexy mouth wrapped around your fat cock anytime you want it. I’ll be your personal, blonde, little teenage, Barbie fuck doll,” she hissed, “and you can do anything to me.”

“Fuck…” Dave said and felt his cock twitch against her rocking hips.

“Do you want your own sexy, fuckable, teenage pussy toy, baby?”

Dave nodded. There was only one answer to the question.

“Jesus, where did you learn to talk like that?” He asked, shocked, but more aroused than he could ever remember being.

Erin got on her knees, and wiggled out of her Jeans, casting them aside. She stood over him and whipped her hair back. Dave was in awe of her perfect body. Enrapt, he drank her in as she pulled off his jeans and tossed them across the room. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side, his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Erin ground her warm body against him, slithering along him like a snake poised for the kill, and she sucked at his earlobe.

“You like the way I talk?” she asked, “I love talking dirty, Dave. Do you want me to stop? Will you spank me for saying bad words, like you’re my mean daddy?”

“Don’t stop,” he answered.

“No? You want me to keep saying dirty things? You want me to be your little porn slut?”

She kissed his neck, grinding her warm, panty-covered pussy against him.

“Yes!”

“I love porn sluts,” she went on, “We can watch porn together, and you can fuck me so hard while we do it. I’ll do anything you want. You can fuck my mouth. My pussy. My ass. I’ll belong to you, like a wet little pet ready to do anything that pleases you.”

She slid down his body until she was looking up from between his legs, stroking his cock through the thin lining of his boxers. Her breath was hot against his cock as she teased him. Then she pulled his dick out and held it, stroking it lightly in her hand. God, it had been so long.

“Can I suck it?” Erin asked playfully in a little-girl voice, “Can I suck your cock, Daddy Dave?”

Dave shivered. She hadn’t called him that in years. It was sick, he knew, but right now all he wanted was to feel her lips around his aching cock. Her tongue flicked along his shaft, and she stared up at him as she licked along his length, stopping to caress his cockhead with her tongue.

“Yes!” He begged.

“Uh, uh,” she said, licking again. “You have to be dirtier than that. I’m not a girl anymore, remember? I’m your little blondie slut Barbie. What do those mean daddies tell their little Barbie sluts in the pornos?”

“Suck it,” Dave said, “Suck my cock!”

Erin slipped her lips over his cockhead and lovingly fucked it with her lips, then slowly engulfed his shaft, making Dave groan as her warm throat swallowed him in a tight tunnel of pure joy. Unconsciously, he gripped her blonde hair and held her head as she moved up and down, up and down, pleasuring his penis with relish. She hummed and moaned happily as she worked, quickly bringing him to the brink. Then she stopped, pulled away, and slid up beside him. She jerked his cock with her saliva-coated hand, while they kissed, the sound of their wet, smacking lips filling the dim room. She brought him close, backed off and fondled his balls, and then ramped him up again. The delightful torture seemed to last for ages as he lost himself to the pleasure of her hand, tongue, and lips.

“You want to cum for me, don’t you?” she hissed.

“Yes!”

“You want to cum in my hot pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck! Yes!”

“You want to push your cock so deep in my young, teenage pussy, just like those porno girls, and fuck it until you cum?”

Dave groaned, a breath away from losing it.

“You can, if you want to,” Erin said, “But you have to do something for me. You have to promise me.”

“Yes!”

“If you do, I’ll do anything you want, baby. Will you promise me?”

She slowed her pumping on his shaft, but he was so close.

“Yes!” he groaned.

“I’m your daughter’s best friend,” she said and kissed him, jerking him faster, “We do everything together, don’t we?”

Dave nodded, unsure where this was going, but right now, all he could think about was his overwhelming need to spew his load.

“You can fuck your daughter’s best friend any time you want. Anywhere. However you like. But you have to do just one thing.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m so close!”

“Please, please for me, baby. Just one thing.”

“Yes!” Dave cried, his dick quivering just on the edge as she stroked him.

She pressed her lips against his ear, stroked him, moaning excitedly, and whispered, “You have to let Casey watch when you pop my cherry. You have to let your daughter watch you fuck my pussy for the first time.”

“Oh, fuck!” Dave lost it. It was too much. He couldn’t resist. His over-excited mind conjured an image of Casey, dressed in a tank top and her panties, openly masturbating as he fucked her best friend.

Erin quickly sank down and engulfed his cock, letting him spurt his pent-up charge into her mouth, swallowing and sucking eagerly, moaning and purring as she encouraged him to shoot his spunk onto her tongue. Dave cried out, his body rigid as the most powerful orgasm of his life swept away all coherent thought. His entire being seemed to be his spurting, jerking cock in the sucking confines of Erin’s mouth. He imagined just how wonderful her pussy would feel as he pushed his dick into it, how it would grip and pull at him excitedly while he filled it just like this. While Casey watched. While his daughter watched. While his daughter watched him take her best friend’s virgin pussy.

“Oh, Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God!” He cried as Erin sucked his soul out through his spent cock.

His head was a happy, hazy buzz as she slid back up next to him, draping her arm over his chest and nuzzling against his neck, kissing it softly over and over.

“I love you,” she said into his ear.

He could not find the strength to reply but managed to find her hand and squeeze it, nodding as he stared sightlessly into the dark. What had he just agreed to?

Live Life Like a Porno

Dave awoke to the feel of a hot, sucking mouth around his prick. Groaning pleasantly, he kept his eyes closed and just enjoyed the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time this had happened. The sensation of Erin’s squirming tongue along his shaft sent shivers down his body, and he finally had to look. He cracked his eyes and took in the beautiful sight of Erin’s tousled blonde hair covering her face as she made love to his dick with her lips. His eyes watered. Damn, he’d fallen asleep with his Haloes in.

She pushed her hair from her face and looked up at him with smiling eyes. Her head sunk down, maintaining eye contact, taking the whole of his cock into her throat and making his toes curl. She held him there, watching him writhe, and then released him, sucking in air while she stroked his shaft slowly.

Erin got to her knees, and Dave drank in the sight of her body. Her naked body. She’d removed her panties and bra. He marveled at her big, round breasts, high and perky with just a hint of sag because of their size, down her flat stomach, to the perfectly shaved little V between her legs.

“Better than an alarm clock?” she asked, voice husky.

Dave nodded, mute.

Erin straddled him, poised perfectly to sink down onto his shaft. She lowered herself, and Dave felt the head of his cock touch a pair of sticky, wet pussy lips for the first time in over a decade. He sucked in a breath and felt the warmth of her lips part around his crown, coating it with her arousal. Just one little push, and he would be inside her. Reflexively, his hands rested on her hips. Erin tossed back her head, flipping her hair seductively as she moaned and rubbed his cockhead against her opening.

Instead of filling herself, though, she moved up, and Dave’s cock flopped back wetly against his stomach, then sprung back up. Erin rested herself on his crotch, trapping his cock against his pelvis and between her wet lips. God, the heat of her! She slid her wet pussy along his length, coating it with her honey, rocking slowly back and forth, her head thrown back in pleasure.

She leaned forward, brought her hands to his chest, and caressed his muscles, hands gliding up his body. Leaning, leaning, she pressed her naked tits against his chest and found his mouth with hers, kissing him eagerly, but with a slow, burning passion. Her hips rocked back and forth, sliding his shaft along her slit, his cockhead bumping up against her clit on the downstroke each time. She panted into his mouth as she fucked herself along his length, and then she took over his mind with that unique, hypnotic brand of filth that he had fallen in love with the night before.

“Would you like to wake up this way every day with me? With your cock wet, and my slick pussy around it? I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me and make me yours every day. Will you do that? Will you treat me like your sexual property and push your cock into me?”

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop,”

“I want to be yours, Dave. I want to be yours every day, until we’re old, and I want you to take me for as long as we’re able. Your dick feels sooo good. I want it inside me. Do you want to fuck it into me and make me cum, Daddy Dave?”

“Yes!” he readily agreed.

“You know you can. All you want, right?”

“Yes…”

“What do we have to do first? What did you promise me? I can’t wait!”

“We… I… Oh, God… Casey…”

“That’s right,” she said and picked up the pace on his cock.

Her slick lips slid back and forth, pushing him closer and closer. He could feel the tremors in her body as she worked to get herself off with him.

She continued, “We have to let Casey watch, don’t we?”

He nodded. He knew it was wrong. It was too far. He was a pervert for even thinking about it.

“We have to let Casey watch her daddy fuck her best friend for the first time,” Erin hissed, “Your daughter wants to play with her cunt, while her daddy pushes his fat cock into her best friend’s virgin pussy.”

“Oh, fuck!” Dave clung to her ass tightly, using her pussy to jerk himself off. The twisted image of Casey, her legs spread as she played with herself, came unbidden.

“That’s so sexy,” Erin said, “It will be a sexy secret just for the three of us. We’ll be a little family with a sexy secret, won’t we?”

“Gonna… Oh, shit…”

The hot wetness of Erin’s pussy was too much. Dave pulled the last of his reserve and held on, wanting the feeling to last forever.

“That’s so hot, baby!” Erin said, “That’s so dirty and hot! Your slutty daughter watching you fuck her friend is so hot! Cum for me. Think about Casey watching us fuck and cum for me!”

Erin’s body shook, and her hot breath in his ear as she gasped set him off. She bucked back and forth on his shaft. Cum exploded from the head of his cock, splashing her pussy, coating his crotch and his stomach as he lost himself in the moment. He tried, really tried, not to think about Casey, but it was too hard. Erin’s dirty talk had wormed its way into his brain and taken root. He saw himself driving his prick into Erin as she lay on her back, legs spread, tits heaving. Laying on the bed next to them, her hands busy with her own pussy, Casey watched his shaft disappear into her friend.

He held Erin tightly as she panted in his ear while his vision cleared. She kissed his neck as he held her until at last, he could breathe normally again. Jesus, he was going to Hell. He wasn’t strong enough to avoid the temptation. He was holding pure sex in his arms, and he couldn’t say no to her. Casey… Casey!

He sat upright, startling Erin.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Casey! Fuck, I fell asleep!”

Erin put her hand on his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. She’s fine. She’s home. I made sure.”

Dave relaxed, but he felt like shit. Erin saw the look on his face, and put her arms around his shoulders, massaging gently.

“Dave,” she said, “It’s okay. Casey knows how to take care of herself. She’s a big girl. Besides, I slipped her pepper spray before she left.”

Dave looked at her, furrowing his brows.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. You think I’m letting her go off alone on her first date without something to defend herself? I was checking in with her all night.”

She tapped her eyes to emphasize the point. Dave sunk back on the bed, and Erin joined him, tracing her fingers along his chest.

“Big ol’ Dave,” she said, “so full of love. You’re perfect.” She kissed his cheek and got up from the bed.

Dave watched as she stretched, naked in the sunlight, like some kind of golden-haired angel. He snapped a picture with his Haloes to immortalize the moment. Big ol’ Dave, so full of pervy desires, he thought, and grinned.

“Wanna soap down my hot naked teenage body?” Erin asked, with a nod toward the bathroom.

“Do you have to ask?”

Following a very erotic shower, Dave made his way to the kitchen. While he bustled about making Sunday breakfast, Hal played a news briefing in the corner of his vision. Meanwhile, Erin made her way into Casey’s room. She slid under the covers and pressed her half-naked body against Casey’s back, sliding her arm around her and groping her tits. She kissed the back of her neck softly until Casey woke up and rolled over to face her.

“Morning!” Erin greeted her.

“Good morning to you, too.”

Erin slipped her tongue into Casey’s mouth and for a moment they lay that way, kissing and cuddling.

“Dave’s making breakfast,” Erin finally said.

“I’m starving.”

“You had a good night,” Erin stated.

“You did, too!”

“Let’s go eat. I’ll tell you all about how I sucked your daddy’s cock later.” Erin teased, slipping her hand between Casey’s legs.

Casey whimpered and smacked her arm.

“You’re the worst!” she groaned.

***

During breakfast, Dave was treated to the sight of the two girls in what had become their new state of dress around the house. Panties, braless, too-small tops. He ate nervously as the two of them chattered and joked. Every time he looked at Casey, he couldn’t help but think of that dirty image in his mind, and his stomach clenched. Then, he looked at Erin and he burned with desire. He wanted her. God, he wanted her more than anything. Was he seriously thinking about letting his daughter watch him make love to her best friend just to be with her? Yes. He was thinking about it. More than he should.

Erin left after breakfast, taking the morning to check on her mother. Dave donned his running clothes and went for a long run to mull over his thoughts. He returned sometime later, sweat-covered and winded, but feeling good. After tossing back some cold water, he showered off and made himself comfortable on the couch to enjoy a lazy Sunday.

He was flipping channels when Casey came down to join him, still half-dressed, and looking very pleased with herself.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said and patted the seat next to him.

She sat down, then laid her head in his lap.

“So, how was the date?” Dave asked.

“Super awesome!”

“Seems like a nice enough guy,” Dave allowed.

“He is, dad. He’s… he’s great!”

“Did he treat you right? I do have the bat, you know,”

Casey laughed, and answered, “He was a perfect gentleman. No need to slug him.”

“Okay. Just want you to be safe.”

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks. You know that you’re super awesome, too, right?”

“Super Awesome is my middle name.”

“Your middle name is Theodore.”

“Super Awesome is a much better middle name,” he countered.

“You know why I love you?” Casey asked.

“Who wouldn’t love a guy whose middle name is Super Awesome?”

She lay on her back and looked up at him, saying, “Because you’ve always trusted me to just be me.”

Dave thought, then replied, “Honey, there’s nothing in the world more important to me than you. I want what’s best for you, but I know that what I think is best and what you think is best aren’t always the same thing. You being you is what makes you super awesome, and that’s why I love you. I think that one of the… mistakes… some parents make is trying to put too many of their own expectations on their kids.”

Casey nodded.

Dave continued, “I really tried to give you good values, and what’s important to me is that you’re just a good person and treat other people well. I think that’s more valuable than what career you decide on, or how much money you make. I just want you to be good. Even though it’s hard for me, because I want to protect you, I know that you have to feel life out for yourself. I have to let you make your own mistakes, and learn from them, even when my daddy instincts tell me not to.”

“Thanks, dad. Do you think Ian is a mistake?”

“No. I don’t really know enough about him, so of course, I’m cautious. But I’m cautiously optimistic. I think you should give people chances and see what happens. But if he hurts you, well, I do have the bat.”

Casey laughed, “God, stop it with the bat!”

Dave grinned, “Do you think I’m making a mistake?” he asked, more seriously.

“You?”

“You know.”

“Oh! Hell no!” Casey said adamantly, “I think you should go for it. From what I heard, you already kind of did!”

Dave blushed, “Yeah, well…”

“Dad, it’s okay. You don’t think Erin’s going to blab all about it to me?” She tickled his sides and laughed, screaming, “You saw my bestie naked!”

Dave fended off the tickle attack, but only half-heartedly.

“Okay, okay! I surrender!”

“Smokin’ hot, isn’t she?” Casey asked, beaming. “God, what I wouldn’t have given to see your face!”

That made Dave’s cock twitch, and the dirty image from his imagination sprang to the fore.

“Inappropriate!” He grumbled.

Casey rolled her eyes and shot back, “Oh, whatever. You know…” she drawled, “Erin and I have a pact.”

“A pact?”

“An oath, stronger than blood. A sworn promise between BFFs that nothing can break,” she said dramatically.

“My, that sounds serious. I hope there was no blood involved.”

Casey shook her head, saying, “Well, let’s just say that if you want to get any further with her, you’re gonna have to go through me.”

“Um, I don’t follow. I thought you were on board with this,” he said, carefully.

Dave felt a wave of panic. He was quite certain that he knew what Casey was implying, and his conflicted mind wasn’t ready to tackle it.

“Oh, I am so totally on board with it. I want it for both of you. For all of us. You guys are perfect for each other. It’s just, we made a promise to be there with each other for, well, our first time,” Casey said, and her cheeks flushed. She looked away.

“Your first time?”

“With a man.”

“With… a… man…” Dave repeated.

“With a man,” she stated, again.

“Jesus, Casey!” he put his hand over his eyes, “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“I might just have one,” he sighed.

“Oh, come on, dad!” she teased, “Doesn’t it sound a little exciting? Remember, I’ve seen your browser history. I know Dave’s a little dirty!”

“You guys will never let that go, will you?”

“I think it’s kind of sexy,” she purred, “Like we’re living in a porno.”

“Porn is not real life. Some things should just be, I don’t know, in your head?”

“No, dad, most people’s real life is not a porno. But yours can be.”

Dave felt his dick harden. This was so wrong. So wrong. So tempting, and so wrong. Wasn’t it?

“Casey -” he began, but she cut him off.

“Nope!” she said flatly, and straddled his lap, shocking him into silence. He could feel the warmth of her pussy through her thin panties against his crotch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued, “Just be who you are, right? I’m super awesome, and you love me because I’m me, right?”

He nodded, caught in her gaze. She continued, “I like dirty, kinky things, dad. Do you still love me, even if I like dirty, kinky things?”

He nodded. She pressed on, “I’ve never been all the way with a guy, but I want to. I really, really want to. Erin really, really wants to, and you’re the guy she wants. Do you want her?”

He nodded, speechless, her eyes boring into his soul as she continued, “Erin likes dirty, kinky things. Do you still love her, even if she likes dirty, kinky things?”

He agreed, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Did she do that thing to you? You know, the dirty talk thing?”

Dave flushed, and Casey smiled. No need for a verbal response.

“It’s super-hot, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he croaked. Wasn’t he supposed to be the adult in charge here? Why did he feel like he was a slave to the two gorgeous women in his life? Why did he not care one bit that he felt that way? Why was it tremendously exciting?

“Now, just imagine that the rest of your life is that, only it’s real. It’s not just talk. It’s not just strangers in some fantasy world where dirty, exciting, oh-so-pleasurable things happen. It’s your life. Every day. It’s waking up with a hot, busty, blonde Barbie that even old Heff would have snatched up, and she’s willing to do anything you can imagine to please you.”

She closed the gap between them, putting her mouth to his ear and hissing softly, “No matter how degrading, dirty, or downright kinky it is, she does it. For you. Without question. That is the rest of your life.”

She sat back again, grinning madly, “Oh, and your equally hot, and equally kinky daughter, who you cherish and love more than anything else, is wholly behind this idea. Your daughter, who loves her old man with all her heart, and truly believes that you deserve all the happiness in the world. Does that sound like a good life?”

He nodded. It did sound like a good life. His penis agreed.

“I…” he stammered. Casey waited. He continued, “Isn’t it wrong? To… you know—“

“To have hot sex with a bombshell blondie half your age? Um, you might recall there was a guy who built a whole business empire from that shit,” Casey teased.

“That’s not really what I meant.”

“I love that you have a moral compass, dad, but it needs a bit of an adjustment. You don’t have to fuck me,” she stated, and watched him reel back, but she kept pressing, “I mean, I’d totally let you if you wanted to,” his jaw dropped. What the fuck was happening to his life? “But if you want to bang my bestie, you’re going to have to be ok with sharing her. And that starts with letting me fulfill our pact. Do I sense an objection?”

“Wh… what did you do with the little girl that used to beg me for a pony?” he asked.

“She grew up. And she got super horny. And if you still love her, you’re going to have to be ok with the fact she does want her life to be like that which she so eloquently described.”

She snapped her fingers, flicked and tapped at the air, and then held out her left hand. In it, she held a little figure dressed in monastic robes, and said, “This is life choice number one. Celibate, whacking off secretly in the dark, praying to a man in the sky to forgive your animal nature. Every day you’ll be tortured by sounds of two hot, naked girls lezzing off together just down the hall, after they prance around the house cock-teasing you.”

She held up her right hand, which contained the face of Hugh Hefner, continuing, “And this is life choice number two,” she explained, “That of an adventurous, liberated playboy with a long line of arm (and bed) candy at his beck and call. Minus the millions of dollars, of course, but with your brains and Erin’s brains, I’m sure that part is inevitable. Hot, horny, sexy girls pull in other hot, sexy, horny girls. They also like to share their toys, because you taught them good values.”

Dave had to agree that she was making a very compelling argument. Or perhaps his erection was influencing his judgment. Any argument made by a braless brunette rubbing her panty-covered pussy against one’s erection did sound compelling, after all. Even when it was your own daughter. Yes, he was probably going to Hell.

“Now,” she asked, “shall we cut you a tonsure and call you Brother Dave?”

Dave shook his head.

She beamed, saying, “I didn’t think so. Make sure you keep up your exercise. You’re gonna need a strong heart for this ride.”

She winked and hugged him, “I love you, dad.”

“I wub woo huvy,” he mumbled as she crushed his face into her chest.

***

For the next couple of hours, life returned to a somewhat normal state. Casey cuddled under a blanket with Dave, and they watched something silly. She made them lunch, giving Dave time to stretch. As he was settling back onto the couch, waiting for Casey, a stream of hearts appeared in his Haloes, followed by a kiss from Erin.

“Missing you guys,” came her message.

“Hal, call Erin,” Dave instructed.

He waited, and a moment later Erin appeared in front of him. Rather, a ghost Erin appeared, sporting a pair of jeans, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and a denim jacket.

“Howdy, buckaroo,” he jibed.

“Just to show you how in the mood I am for a ride,” she shot back, making him blush.

Casey came into the room, carrying a plate of turkey sandwiches.

“Hal,” Dave said, “include Casey in the call.”

Ghost Erin appeared to Casey as well.

“How’s your mom?” Casey asked.

“Drunk,” Erin answered, “but what else is new? She’s fine. I have some homework to finish up, but I’ll be over later.”

Casey nodded and waved.

“We just wanted to say hello,” Dave said, “and we miss you. Come back soon.”

Erin blew him a kiss and faded from view.

Casey quickly wolfed down her sandwich and leaned back on the couch.

“God, I can’t wait!” she blurted.

Dave raised an eyebrow, mouth full.

“You’re really gonna let me watch you fuck Erin? Really?”

Dave choked on his sandwich. Casey waited, grinning, as he got himself under control.

“Jesus, Casey!” he said, “Not if you kill me, first.”

“Sorry. I’m excited! Can we do it tonight? Please, can we do it tonight?”

“I hadn’t really made any plans…”

“Ok, well, don’t forget about me. Geez, I’m totally horny thinking about it. I’m gonna go…upstairs for a while.”

Dave remained silent.

“You can watch, if you want. Maybe it will make you feel better about it,” she said with an inviting grin.

“I don’t think…”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll stay down here,” he said, “You go do… what you have to do.”

“Okay. If you change your mind, I’ll leave the door open.”

She kissed his cheek and fled the room, ass jiggling delightfully. Dave forgot the rest of his sandwich and curled up on the couch, pulling the blanket tightly around him. He was not going to go upstairs and watch his daughter masturbate. Most certainly not. Being coerced into having to do it with Erin’s pussy as the prize was one thing, but he was definitely not going to go upstairs and stand in her doorway like some kind of pervert and watch her spread her legs and play with her horny pussy until she climaxed, imagining her best friend impaled by her daddy’s hard penis. No. He was not doing that.

***

Dave stood trembling a few feet from Casey’s door, listening to the hum of a vibrator from within. Casey moaned excitedly as she masturbated. Drawn forward by his raging erection, Dave took a few steps closer.

He thought of Erin’s pussy, slick and hot as she rubbed it along his cock this morning. He thought of her voice, dripping with desire and kink, whispering the filthiest things in his ear, words that made his blood boil. He wanted… he needed to feel it. He needed to be inside her. Her pussy was his drug. To get his fix, he had to let his daughter watch him deflower her best friend.

The sound of Casey’s aroused moans, the hum of the vibrator squishing wetly in and out of her hot, young, teenage cunt, was something he would have to get used to. If he wanted to fuel his addiction, to live his life like a porno, then he would have to adjust his moral compass. Just a peek. A little act of voyeurism. He was adventurous, liberated, not a pervert. Casey wanted this. She wanted her daddy to watch her play with her horny pussy.

Dave pressed his back to the wall just outside the door, heart hammering.

“Ooooh, fuuuck…” Casey hissed, and he knew she’d just cum.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it. In Florida, he’d heard her cum in the shower. Erin had made her cum. He’d have to share Erin with his daughter. His daughter liked dirty, kinky things, and she wanted him to share his girlfriend… girlfriend? Was he sharing her girlfriend? It was all so confusing. He couldn’t think straight with his cock aching so badly. He could take it out, right here. Casey couldn’t see. She’d never know he was jerking his cock while he listened to her moan. It would be a sexy secret. He shivered. They could all share a sexy secret.

Moral compass adjusted, he slowly peeked around the corner and couldn’t look away. Casey fucked herself slowly with a pink rabbit, plunging the vibrating toy in and out of one of the wettest pussies he’d ever seen. His girl was dripping liberally, coating her toy and her hand with her own sex juice. With her other hand, she mauled her own breasts roughly, pulling and pinching her nipples, her lips pursed tightly together as she bared down against an impending orgasm. God, she was beautiful, like an animal, wild and untamed.

She was a different beauty from Erin, but no less enticing. Some still-functioning part of his mind said that it was because she was his. She was the last piece of another life, a lost love, something that was special and beautiful, but finite. It was something too special for a man to hold onto forever. He could see the love of his youth in her, and maybe, just maybe that was the reason that she and Erin instilled that wild sense of abandon in him, now. They were brave, undaunted about who they were. They were a pair of horny, gorgeous young women, who loved with everything they had, and weren’t the least bit ashamed of the things they enjoyed. That was real freedom.

He’d never considered the fact that he might have an epiphany while watching his daughter plunge a vibrating sex toy into her pussy, but they say inspiration strikes when least expected. A sense of cool came over him. His nervous jitters faded away like so much smoke. His animal self still felt aroused at the sight of a gorgeous, naked teen fucking herself just a few feet away, but there was nothing of the taboo guilt that had plagued him just a moment ago. Casey was beautiful. Her freedom was beautiful. Her desire, her passion, her love, they were all beautiful. What she had found with Erin was also beautiful, and he could no more come between that than he could tear off his own arm.

Yes, he was going to fuck the woman he loved. He was going to plunge his cock into her virgin pussy and ravish her with everything he had. He was going to surrender his body and his mind to a sex-crazed blonde temptress with the body of an angel and the mouth of a devil. He was going to do it while his daughter fucked herself with a vibrating sex toy and watched it happen. By God, his life was going to be a porno.

A Sexy Secret

Nothing in her life had surprised Erin more than the sight that greeted her when she came through the door to Dave’s home. It was the first time she could recall having been utterly speechless, and for a girl who always had a snappy quip ready for any situation, that was saying something. The all-too-familiar sounds of porn drifted from the living room, drawing her curiously forward. This wasn’t just any porno, though. No, she knew this one. She’d filmed it. She could hear her own voice, and it filled her with panic.

Erin rushed into the room, trembling. Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Dave had found the footage. He knew about Casey’s blowjob adventures and her role in them. He was furious. He was going to kick her out. She’d lost them both. Her best friend. The man she loved. Gone. How could she be so fucking stupid?

Only, Dave was not furious. Dave sat calmly in the armchair. On the big TV played the video of Casey’s first blowjob. Ian pounded his cock into Casey’s mouth as she drooled around his thick meat stalk. The real Casey was on the couch, her legs spread, nude cunt on full display, the pink rabbit pressed against her clit as she watched her own face get fucked.

Erin stood dumbly, looking from Casey to Dave, then to the screen, then back to Dave. her overnight bag fell limply from her fingers, diverting Dave’s attention from the screen.

“Hey, you,” he said with a feisty grin and rose from the chair.

A hard-on tented his shorts as he approached her, took her in his arms, and kissed her. His hands gripped her ass, and for a moment she was frozen, shocked, but then she melted into him and kissed him back. The initial shock was beginning to fade, but her mind swirled with questions.

“What… what’s going on?” she asked.

“Oh, you know, watching my slut of a daughter get her mouth fucked.”

Casey seemed oblivious to the fact that Erin had arrived. Her attention was so focused on the scene on the TV, and her losing battle to hold in her orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck!” she panted, “Daddy, I need to cum so bad! Please!”

“Not yet, slut!” he barked.

Casey quivered and kept the vibrator on her clit, her body taut and shaking.

“I’ll explain the very compelling argument Casey made a little later,” Dave explained, “For now, I’m told that this is kind of your area of expertise. Would you like to give her some direction?”

“Would I?” Erin crowed, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Is this for fucking real?”

“For fucking real,” Dave confirmed, and added, “I love my daughter so much. If what she needs to be happy is to be treated like a sex toy, well, what better place than with people who care about her. Go ahead.”

Erin easily fell into character. In fact, it wasn’t a character. It was her. She joined Casey on the couch, stroked her hair, and loudly enough for Dave to hear, she said, “Is Daddy Dave being so mean to you, baby? Is he making you hold in that big cum?”

“Uh huh…” Casey groaned.

“Your pussy must be so horny thinking about how that big dick used your mouth. If you could just cum it would make it so much better, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck! Need to… cum…”

“Your dad knows that you’re a slut, doesn’t he?” she asked and groped Casey’s tits.

“Yes!”

“Your dad saw your porno tape, and he’s so mad that you’re a horny cock sucker.”

“Please… please… have to cum!”

“Not until your daddy says it’s ok,” Erin chided, and tugged Casey’s nipple, “I think he wants to punish you,” she said, and looked Dave in the eyes, “Should Daddy punish you for being so naughty?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck! Punish me! Please let me cu…cum!”

This was the hottest, dirtiest thing Dave had ever witnessed, and he knew it was only beginning.

“Stand up so you can be punished,” Erin ordered.

Casey obeyed readily, standing, the vibrator held between her legs. Erin nodded Dave to the couch and he sat down, his heart racing, palms sweating. His eyes didn’t know where to look. At the TV showing his daughter slowly suckling at Ian’s cock, or Casey’s trembling body in front of him, or Erin’s wild grin. Erin directed Casey to lay over Dave’s lap, with her ass in the air.

“Stop playing with your dirty cunt so you can be punished,” Erin hissed in her ear, and Dave’s cock jerked against Casey’s breasts. Her sweet, perfect little bottom wiggled in front of him.

“You’re sure about this?” Erin asked him.

“I’m told that if I want this all to work, that I need to learn to share, so…share.”

Erin giggled with glee and her heart swelled.

“Punish your naughty girl, Daddy Dave,” she said and got to her knees. Her tongue flicked along Casey’s clit at the same moment that Dave’s hand came down on her ass.

Casey cried out in a mix of shock, pain, and pleasure as her best friend’s tongue and her father’s hand set off an orgasm she’d been holding for far too long. She bucked against Erin’s face. Dave laid another smack on her ass, and she buried her face into the couch cushion and screamed.

“More!” she cried, “Oh, fuck. More!”

Dave slapped her again. Erin tongued her clit and within moments Casey was soaking her face in more cum. Erin relented. Dave put his hands to his sides. It was one thing to partake in a little fun with Casey because it was what she wanted. It was quite another to openly molest her ass just because it was in his face. Erin turned Casey over and Dave was presented with her very erect nipples, which Erin quickly sucked into her mouth as she looked up into his eyes.

Jesus! His life was a porno. A good one!

Erin groped Casey’s tits, while still looking up at Dave, snaked her other hand between Casey’s legs, and rubbed her pussy.

“You love this, don’t you, baby?” she asked.

He wasn’t certain if the question was directed at him or Casey, but both of them said, “Yes!” and Erin grinned.

“What’s going to happen tonight, Casey?” Erin asked, her fingers busy between Casey’s legs.

“You’re going to…to fuck my…fuck my dad…” Casey said, and shook.

“That’s so hot, isn’t it?”

“So hot…”

“You’re going to watch, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“You’re going to play with your pussy and watch your dad fuck your best friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

Erin rubbed at her more aggressively, pushing her closer, while she drove her crazy. She knew exactly how to work Casey up, keep her on edge, and then push her over at just the right time. Casey had a vivid imagination, and Erin knew that if she could put just the right image into her head, and then make her cum, Casey would fix that image in her mind and cum her brains out.

“Your daddy is gonna fuck me so hard with his fat cock, until he cums his big load in my pussy.”

“Yes!”

“I’m gonna be a daily fuck pet for your daddy,” she went on, “He’s going to fuck me every night while you sit in your room and listen. You’ll play with your wet little pussy and listen to that headboard bang against the wall while your daddy fucks me. While he fucks your best friend and cums in her like a sex doll.”

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna…”

Dave’s cock was raging at the scene Erin was painting. God, she was a master! It took every ounce of will he had not to reach out and touch Casey’s naked body as she quivered in his lap.

“Every morning I’ll come to your room and spread my legs,” Erin continued, her picture nearing completion, “I’ll let you lick my pussy and get all that cum out of it. You’ll lick out all your daddy’s cum, and wish it was your pussy that he fucked.”

“Ah..ah…uhh, uughhhh!” Casey shrieked and came.

Dave almost lost his own load in his pants from the sheer perversity of what Erin described. It was made all the more exciting because it was actually true. The daughter that he knew now, Casey the slut, truly would do just that. Dave couldn’t take anymore. His cock was aching. It had to come out.

He picked Casey’s naked body up and carried her up the stairs, casting a glance back at Erin. She leapt to her feet and followed them to the bedroom. Dave dumped Casey on the bed, where she simply lay back and tried to catch her breath.

Dave tore his shirt off and threw it aside, caught up in an animal desire. He took Erin in his arms and devoured her lips. She kissed him back just as enthusiastically, only breaking long enough to peel her shirt off, revealing her braless tits. Dave spared a glance in wonder, but then he was kissing again, his hands roaming down her sides, cupping her ass, moving up her back.

Casey, now recovered, watched as another of her perverse fantasies came to life before her eyes. Her dad made out passionately with her topless bestie. She knew that there was only one way this night was going to end. Erin was getting fucked. She was going to watch. She gently rubbed her cunt and groped her tits as she watched the couple sucking face.

Dave gently pushed Erin back on his bed, undid the catch on her shorts, and slid them down her legs. Her panties were gone the next instant, and she spread herself eagerly for him. Dave had not tasted pussy in a long time and he was ravenous for it. He got to his knees and placed Erin’s legs over his shoulders, then buried his tongue in her moist slit. His experience availed him, and within moments his practiced technique returned.

“Yes!” Erin cried, “Ooh, yes, that’s so fucking good!”

There was a surprised muffled squeak, and when Dave looked up from between her legs he saw that Casey was lip-locked with Erin, groping her tits. Erin purred into Casey’s mouth as their tongues played with one another, lips smacking wetly. Not in his wildest fantasies had Dave ever imagined that he’d be in a threesome with his own daughter, but damn was it the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

Erin bucked and came on his tongue, squeezing her legs together on either side of his head, lost to the pleasure. He pried them apart, stripping off his shorts as he stood. His cock bobbed, hard and happy as the two girls looked up at him expectantly. Dave took Erin’s legs and moved them onto the bed, then crawled between them. Her hand shot up and stroked his cock, but then the unexpected happened. Casey got to her knees and spit on the head of his dick. Erin and Dave both looked at her, shocked, but she just grinned and sidled up next to Dave.

“Do it, daddy,” she hissed in his ear, “Push your dick in that warm teenage pussy. It’s so wet and horny for you.”

Dave knelt, placed himself in position. His cockhead, coated with Casey’s spit, nestled snugly against Erin’s opening, parted her lips, found her wet entrance, and slipped inside, parting her folds.

“Oh, God!” Erin moaned.

Dave wrapped his arms around her, kissed her gently, slowly, and began to push. Erin squealed, clung to him, kissed back, and humped her pussy against him. Casey lay next to them on the bed and began to stroke herself as she watched her father slowly push his dick into her best friend’s inviting pussy.

Erin’s cunt walls sucked at Dave’s penetrating penis, accepting it, milking it, craving it. He bumped up against her hymen, stopped, and gave another gentle nudge. Erin’s hands gripped at his shoulders, his hair, her mouth worked against his own. He drew back, pushed, and Erin squeaked, gasped, and then lay still. Dave waited. Casey came on her fingers.

Dave raised his head, looked Erin in the eyes, and said, “I swear, if I see those little hearts, I’m pulling out right now.”

She giggled, and answered, “You are not pulling out. You’re mine!” she put her lips to his ear, and whispered, “Fuck me until you cum.”

He did, gently, slowly, at first. She deserved it. She deserved someone to make love to her, to worship her this first time. She deserved to feel loved in all the ways that she’d made him feel it, had made Casey feel it. It no longer mattered if those ways were a little dirty, a bit… a lot unconventional. Not every way we love those around us has to be chocolate, presents, and jewelry, he thought. Sometimes, the best way to love is just to embrace the things that make each of us unique.

He moved inside of her, rocking back and pushing in, feeling her body move against him as they found their rhythm. Theirs. It was theirs. He’d had his rhythm with Kathy, and that was gone. It had been wonderful and special, and he would always hold it in his heart and look back on it with fondness.

This was something else, special in its own unique and exciting way. It wasn’t the puppy dog love or devotion of a young man. This had been a slow-burning thing born out of years of dedication, tempered from his experience. It was a new chapter, a new love, one that encompassed the two people who mattered most in his life.

Erin bucked against him and he met her with more powerful, intense thrusts, driving his cock deep into her. He watched Casey kissing her, his daughter’s hands groping and stroking Erin’s breasts as he fucked her closer and closer to their orgasm. When it came, the most wonderful pussy he’d ever felt contracted tightly around his shaft and demanded his cum. He surrendered to it, burying himself deep into her, holding her tightly as she threw her head back and gasped.

Jesus fucking Christ, Casey thought. It was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen. It wasn’t just the eroticism of the whole situation, the fact that she was getting off while her own dad buried his cock in her best friend, it was watching the two of them together. Years ago, one simple mistake by a drunk woman had brought a stranger into her family, and today that stranger was part of it, an inseparable part. Watching her dad making love, not fucking, but making love to Erin was more exciting than the dirtiest porn she’d ever watched. It’s because it’s real, she thought, it wasn’t just fantasy filth. It was real, and that was something that porn could never be. No matter how many dirty scenarios you watched, or how hot this or that person was, they would never be real. That was the difference.

The feel of a man releasing inside of her was like nothing Erin could describe. It was one thing to watch porn and see videos or pictures of cum shots. It was quite another to feel the power of the man you loved holding tightly to your naked body, while his cock blasted powerful shots of cum into your quivering pussy. She’d thought that all that filthy porno had prepared her to take on anything. She was wrong. So very wrong. She wasn’t ready for the rush of emotion that surged straight through her heart as the rhythm they’d built up together culminated in that shared, explosive moment of pure heaven. She wasn’t prepared for the way it would make her feel, like her heart was so full that it could burst.

She wasn’t a girl from a broken home. She was a woman with a home. She had a sister. She had a man that she loved. He loved her. She felt it in his body. She tasted it on his lips. She saw it in his Halo-filled eyes, and he didn’t need any heart emojis to do it. It was real, and it was hers. She took Casey’s hand, squeezed it as she breathed raggedly, looking up at Dave with wonder. Her other hand stroked his cheek. There were no words. They didn’t need any. Dave kissed away her happy tears and held her, saying, “I will never let you go.”

***

A Dream of Love and Lust

I dreamed of love amidst the stars,

and lust at home in bed.

I yearned for you from afar,

remembering what you’d said.

That all the dreams and all the days,

that we had coming still.

Were each a bright and hopeful ray,

waiting for us o’er the hill.

And though I wandered lost and weary,

tossed amid the waves.

When I looked, I saw you clearly,

oh, love that made me brave.

The Halo’s sparkle in your eyes,

the breath of passion’s kiss.

Each of these I idolize,

and every day I miss.

Sought and found, my truest love,

together until dust.

Our hearts are bound, below, above,

in the dream of love and lust.

For Dave, you big nerd

-Erin