Our house had become the place where my daughter, Kate, and her friends hung out. We had a large home with plenty of room for movie nights, sleepovers, and, of course, pool parties. I went a bit overboard after her mother passed. I found myself giving in to her more and more. I even installed a pool so she and her friends could hang out here at our house.

Kate was twelve when her mother died in an accident with a drunk driver. It took her a while to understand that it was beyond our control. I told her these were the cards that life dealt, and we'd have to play them. By the time she turned sixteen, she seemed like any other teenage girl. Sure, she still thought about her mom, but she thought about boys and getting a car more.

The neighbors must have thought I was crazy for having a house full of teenage girls running around. What man wouldn't want a house full of beautiful young women running around in bathing suits? Don't get me wrong, I wasn't some lecherous old man who peered through the curtains ogling Kate's friends. But now and again, I would get an eyeful from a nip-slip from their low-cut tops or a panty-wink thanks to miniskirts that barely covered their ass. Hell, I considered it one of the perks of being a doting dad.

My daughter's besty, Laney, or Lay-Lay, as their clique calls her, has developed quite the crush on me. Lay-Lay was eighteen and the oldest of the group, and was always hanging out where ever I was. If I was cooking dinner or whipping up some snacks for the girls, she was always there, offering to help. After a while, she began to give me hugs and pecks on the cheek whenever she came over. Thankfully, none of Kate's friends had noticed Laney's endearments. I fooled myself into thinking that I wouldn't be stupid enough to make a pass at her, but the temptation grew as time went on.

This all came to a head one evening when we were watching a movie together. Kate came down wearing a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt. Laney, however, appeared in a pair of shorts and a crop top. My eyes just about bugged out of my head when I saw the bottom of her breasts peeking from under the light fabric. I would get an eyeful of tit every time she reached for her drink or some popcorn.

Kate went to her room when the movie was over, leaving Lay-Lay to clean up. She bent over at the waist to pick up the popcorn that she had dropped on the floor. In doing so, she gave me a spectacular view of large tits as they popped from under her shirt. She reached to grab some other pieces of popcorn, giving me a glimpse of her hot ass and those tight shorts.

That's when she caught me trying to hide my erection behind a throw blanket. I must have turned three shades of red from embarrassment. A smile spread across her face, and she shot me a wink. Laney turned on her heels, shushing me with her finger to my lips when I tried to utter an apology. She then planted a kiss on my lips and whispered, "I'll never tell," as she hugged me goodnight. I could have sworn that she pressed herself against my erect penis while she was hugging me. She left me standing there with my jaw on the ground.

I couldn't get her out of my head after I crawled into bed. I lay there with my throbbing cock in my hand while I played out different scenarios in my head. I hadn't been this hard in years and could actually feel the veins pulsating beneath my skin. "What the fuck am I doing? She's your daughter's best friend, for fuck sake! I'm certainly feeling like a lech now," I thought, trying to fight back images of Laney's titties.

"Fuck!" I huffed, throwing back the covers. I went downstairs to get a drink. Maybe a couple of stiff ones would get her out of my head. I went downstairs, grabbed a bottle of bourbon, and took a few good swigs straight from the bottle. I thought if I drank enough to get a little swishy, I'd be able to sleep. I took the bottle and went to the living room. Just as I was about to sit, the lamp on the end table clicked on. I hadn't noticed Laney asleep on the sofa, and I startled her awake when she heard the squeak of the cork on the bourbon bottle.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Lay-Lay asked. "Me neither. I kept thinking about our kiss. I don't know what gave me the courage to do it. Maybe it was the way you were looking at me or that you had finally noticed me."

"Oh, I've noticed. Only tonight, I didn't look away. I'm sorry if I betrayed your trust in me."

"You didn't. If anything, you restored my faith in you. It's been a while since the accident, and all you ever do is pour yourself into Kate's happiness. I want you to know that I'm grateful, even if she isn't," Laney said as she slid closer to me.

She slid her hand up my thigh to my groin and squeezed my pecker. "When I felt this pressing against me, I couldn't help but want to feel it inside of me." Laney reached across me to set the bottle on the end table. She kissed me as she straddled my lap. I told her that I was afraid of waking Kate. "You won't have to worry about that. She stole one of your sleeping pills after the movie. She'll be out all night." Laney said, pulling her shirt over her head.

Laney guided my hands to her breasts while she kissed me again. Her tongue darted past my lips in search of mine. A long, lingering, lustful kiss as she began to rub herself against my growing cock. "Someone else is awake," she said as she slipped her hand into my pajama bottoms.

"Your mother would kill me if I fucked you."

"There are other things that we could do other than fuck, and I said I'd never tell," she said coyly while fishing my cock out of my waistband. Laney pulled the crotch of her shorts aside and started to rub her pussy against the head of my cock. She was positively dripping with anticipation, and the tip almost went in on the first pass of her slit. "Ahh, Papi," she gasped.

It was her nickname for me because Kate didn't like her calling me Dad. I enjoyed having her call me Papi. It was a term of endearment that meant Dad or Daddy. Now it holds a different tone altogether. With my dick millimeters from her cunt hole, it sounded dangerous and exotic. Dangerous because the tip went a little deeper with every pass of her vagina. "Lay-Lay. We can't!" I whispered sharply.

She thrust her bottom lip out, giving me the pout face, which quickly became a grin. Laney slid off my lap and got between my knees. She gazed up at me as she licked circles around the tip of my cock. The she sucked it into her mout, flicking her tongue back and forth across the vein. Laney brought the tip out of her mouth, "Go ahead and cum. You can lick me later."

"Later?" I thought. "There's going to be a later? We're going to do this again?"

Laney tugged at the waistband of my pajama bottoms, trying to get access to more of my cock. She pushed my legs apart as soon as my pants were off. Unimpeded, now she could take all of my cock into her mouth. My god, her mouth felt amazing. And the things she was doing with her tongue were driving me crazy. She kept pulling hair out of her mouth, so I scooped it up and held it in a ponytail for her. I didn't want this to end, but I felt selfish for not offering to reciprocate.

"Laney," I said quietly. "Switch places with me. Let me lick your sweet pussy."

Laney quickly shucked off her shorts and took my place on the sofa. I watched her chest rise and fall with her every breath. My eyes darted between hers and her breasts, willing her to show them to me. Laney gave me a grin before slowly lifting the front of her shirt. I cupped her tits with my hands and held them to my face as I kissed them. "Ahh, Papi," she whispered when I sucked a on a nipple. I slipped a finger into her vagina while I continued to suck her nipple. "Please lick me, Papi."

I slid her forward on the cushion and buried my face between her legs. Her intoxicating, sweet aroma filled my nostrils. Slowly, gingerly, I licked her outer lips, trailing up to her clitoris. I sucked it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. "Oh, God, Papi. Lick me, Papi," Laney moaned. "Make me cum, Papi." I drove my tongue through her pussy lips and into her cunt hole, fucking her with my tongue.

Laney grabbed my head, pulling my face harder to her cunt, trying to drive my tongue deeper into her. I replaced my tongue with two of my fingers, thrusting into her while I toyed with her clit. "There. Right there, Papi," she groaned when I found her G-spot. I raked my fingers across it, sending jolts through her tight young body. "I'm cumming, Papi. I'm cumming." I continued to ravage her cunt until her climax waned.

While she lay there, I realized that it wouldn't be fair for me to continue. Right now, she'd let me do anything to her if I asked. I gathered my clothes and went back to bed, leaving her in the afterglow of climax. I barely started to jack off before she snuck into my room, still naked. "You're not getting away that easily. I've drempt of sucking your cock. Drempt of your cum slashing off the back of my throat as you fill my mouth with your cum. I want to taste you on my lips. Now, let me finish sucking you off."

Laney licked up the side of my cock like it was a melting ice cream cone as precum dribbled down the side. She took me back into her mouth, taking me up to my short and curlies. Her tongue started its erotic gyrations along my vein as her lips moved up and down my shaft. Fuck, My wife wasn't this skilled at felatio. Sure, she'd get the job done, but I was usually a sloppy mess afterwards. "Slow down, Laney. Make it last, Honey."

She climbed over me and kissed me and said, "Will you rub it on me for a while, Papi?" Laney lay down with her legs spread. I couldn't deny her desires, and I got between her legs. I ground my cock against her slit as I leaned over her, sucking her nipples. It didn't take long for her to start purring like a kitten again.

She moaned, "Please put it in, Papi. I'll never tell."