Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2016 19:55:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: My Father's Day Lap Dance Chapter 1 of 1 Consensual Bi-sexual Incest, Adult/Youth Feedback: Address to Las Vegas; email is lvnv2008@yahoo.com. My daughter discovered her sexuality from around the ageof 12/13. Since then each year she has gotten bolder in displayingher body, and more aggressive in chasing boys. When she was about14/15 our house became a revolving door for boys, and some not so boys.The summer between her 8th and 9th grade we constantly had boys stopping by.She started showing so much skin that I told my wife grown men were gawking, but mywife warned me to leave it. She said if I said anything my daughter would justrebel and dress even more provocatively, and besides that all of my daughter'sfriends dressed like that; "it's the style" she said. The real reasonI backed off was that I secretly loved having the eye-candy at home. And,I even encouraged it by slipping my daughter money whenever she was goingshopping with her friends; telling her that I knew women liked wearing sexythings as it made them feel pretty. Now that my daughter is 17 and going into her senior in high schoolshe equates sleazy with sexy. She really wears some slutty stuff, and at times she looks downright nasty. A typical outfit is aflared skirt so short she can't sit without putting on a panty show, and if itis windy it is a constant crotch and ass exhibit. Most of her blousesare so low cut she isn't just showing cleavage, she is showing tit andplenty of it. She favors skin tight spaghetti strap tops that lookspainted on. At home it is trash lingerie such as see through topsand thongs that highlight a serious camel toe. Some times after showeringshe will put on a white cotton slip while her body is still wet, no underwear, andwalks around showing everything, including areolas the size of quarters, anda deep auburn bush. This past Friday, on the weekend of Father's Day, my wifewent to be with her dad who is getting on in years and my daughter had acouple of her friends spend the night. I had gone out for happy hour withcolleagues from work and when I got home about 7 I was feeling a light buzz.When I walked in the door my daughter ran up to me saying "Happy Father'sDay Weekend" and gave me a big hug. I was not expecting the force withwhich she came at me, and at the same time I had stepped towards her. Normallyshe hugs me with her shoulder, but that night it was all breasts pushing intomy chest. I felt her firm tits, and immediately smelled marijuana. Irealized she and her friends were high because her friends also gave me bighugs, just as my daughter had, and were not shy about pressingthemselves against my body. Her friend Gina has these huge tits. I'm taking doubleDs. It is the first thing you notice about Gina. That night she threw hershoulders back and let me feel her breasts in all their glory. Theother one, Lisa, has smaller sized breast but I stilled enjoyed feeling thempressed against my chest. It was as if the girls had discussed it before I gothome and made a pact to give me a special greeting. Gina had those big tits,and Lisa an ass that would make a black woman proud. However, my daughter hasthem both beat. My daughter had nicer tits (firm, full, and, riding uphigh) than Gina, and I'm sure Lisa would give her right arm to have mydaughter's incredible ass; one that was made to be ass fucked. Over pizza we bantered about how young and hot I wasfor a guy 39, and how mature and sexy they were at 17. After we ate, I gota bottle of scotch and poured myself a drink. I made sure to sip it. I was notsure where the night was going, but I was conscious of the fact that if I drinktoo much I can't get it up. And since we had started out talking about how someguys at school were all hands when dating the girls, and then the playfulconversation turned to how a hand job was a poor substitute for ablowjob, although in oblique terms, I was getting excited. And I wasn't hidingmy erection, a blind man would have seen I was aroused. It wasat this point Gina whom I have known since she was six asked if they couldhave some scotch. I made a face as if I was really struggling with thedecision, but having them drink was what I wanted. My mind was on how themarijuana and a little scotch would really loosen up our discussionabout sex. I told them the three of them could have a sip. After thatI pretended not to notice they were taking many sips, and I keptrefilling the glass. I said I was going to change, filled the glass andleft. After a quick shower I put on some old satin running shorts that have theleg opening lose but fit smugly on my crotch and ass, and did notbother with briefs. My shorts and a tee that just reached my waist reallyhighlighted my crotch. I wanted them to see the bulge. When Ireturned the smell of pot was heavy and my glass was empty. Again, they allhugged me as if they had not seen me ten minutes before, and this time I gavethem back a strong hug, pressing my growing dick against their stomachs. And Iheld the hug beyond anything that could be considered proper or decent. Ididn't give a shit. When we had settled back down (and I had refilled the glass) I asked them if they had behaved themselves while I was gone. They asked what I meant and I added if they had kept their hands to themselves (a reference to the earlier talk about masturbation), and especially their middle fingers. They shrieked, and all of them started talking at once atelling me they knew the other masturbated. I calmed the situation down by telling them masturbation was no big deal, even I did it. That got us into a discussion of what we thought about when we masturbated, and what was sure to make us climax. I guess my being the adult was no longer a big deal as they lid another join and now were openly drinking. They were really high, and drunk, and first Lisa and then Gina passed out. I was sitting on the sofa when my daughter started dancing alone to a song on the radio. At first she was dancing to one side of me, but then as I was moving my head to the music she moved directly in front of me and started dancing for me. It was nice watching her move her body in sensual movements. I'm talking really provocative. She squeezed her breast, ran her hand up her leg and under her skirt so that I could see that under the material she was rubbing her pussy. The next song came on and this time she was dancing right over me. My hands grabbed the loop holes of her skirt one on each side and I pulled her closer to me. As she dance she turned and pushed her ass against m chest and my hands then went to her thighs as I rubbed the outside of her legs, then the back of her knees. She turned and placed her hands on the back of my head and moved her breast against my face. She was not wearing a bra and I chomped on her tit right through the material. I placed my hand under her skirt and traced the material of her panty legs. I was getting a lap dance! I loved the way she swung her hips as she moved up against me then used her knee to rub my erection, and when I place my hand on her shoulders and applied light pressure she dropped to her knees and rubbed her head against my crotch. I lifted her head and held it against my hard on and moved her face from my balls to the top of my cock. She opened her mouth and blew warn air on my balls and gently bit the outline of my dick, even tracing the back vein with her tongue. I pulled her up so that I could reach her breast, pulled down her top and started sucking on her tit. All the while she was dancing to the music. She straddled my leg and started moving her hips back and forth literally running her crotch along the entire length of my thigh with only her thong separating her wet pussy from my leg. I wrapped my arm her waist and pulled her farther up so that our crotches were flushed against each other and as I tit sucked I pushed my erection against her crotch. There was no longer any pretense of a lap dance. We were into hot and heavy foreplay. while we French kissed I took my free hand and rubbed her ass then push my finger into her panty and reached way down so that I could finger fucker her from behind while we increased our speed and pressure against each other and our tongue battle became a major war. I came in my shorts and she creamed on my short. She smiled and said, "Happy Father's Day". I smiled said "Father's Day Weekend", wiggled my tongue at her and added "Tomorrow I'll really make you dance".