Sins of the Father Ch. 03

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Friday: Ten Days later

Ten days... ten days!

That's a long time to be away from your new lover. What made it worse was that my new lover was so close by, so very close. The only thing that stood between us was my wife. And my two sons. And the civilized world, too.

If I could just hang on a few more hours.

Last Tuesday was supposed to be our day, we were both counting on it. But I had an issue at work that had to be attended to, and Ashley and I missed our window of opportunity.

Fortunately, we had other plans. Tonight was the annual Father/Daughter Benefit at Ashley's school and I had not one, but two daughters going with me. Alyssa wasn't technically my daughter, but the school didn't mind as more attendees meant more donations.

I was terrified when I first found out that Ashley had told her friend Alyssa about our goings-on. A father and daughter romance is not something you want made public. The repercussions would be... well, too terrible to contemplate. But Ashley assured me that she and Alyssa were beyond tight and nothing would ever be said, no matter what.

My wife had the boys ready and packed for their weekend baseball tournament. She'd promised me a blow-job complete with swallowing if I took Alyssa to the father/daughter thing. Little did she know that she didn't have to 'pay' me to do that! Ashley told me how Alyssa was gearing up for the event, and the subsequent sleepover.

I kissed Blaire good-bye and told the boys I loved them and to keep me up to date with their games. And that was that.

Now, what does the well-dressed dad wear to this kind of event? Ashley said no to a suit and tie. She wanted me to look good, though, so we settled on dress shoes, khaki pants, and a nice untucked long sleeve shirt. Topping it off with a cardigan, I kind of looked like a hipster, a mid-40s hipster. Oh well, I thought. She likes it.

"You know what," I started as Ashley put the finishing touches on her lip gloss. "We could just skip the whole thing and do some... stuff."

"Calm down, old man," she teased. "We can't skip this, I'm on the planning committee. Besides, Alyssa is really excited but really nervous. This will give her a chance to warm up to you." She puckered her shiny lips a couple of times.

"Cherry?" I asked.

"Strawberry. I know you don't like cherry, Daddy-O."

Her phone buzzed and she checked it.

"Will you let Alyssa in? Her mom's dropping her off."

I headed downstairs, feeling funny. I was going to have to talk to her mom. Jennifer and I had talked at least a thousand times over the years as the kids grew up. But now I felt like a naughty boy who's trying to hide his dirty thoughts from the parent.

"Hey you guys!" I said as I opened the door. "Come on in! Ashley's upstairs, of course."

Alyssa was just in school clothes as she gave me a quick little wink and a semi-hug, then she dashed up the stairs to get dressed. Jennifer gave me a hug that lasted a couple seconds too long.

"I'm just... so grateful you could take her to this. Darryl has been such an asshole these last few years. She needs... she needs a father sometimes. Men have a certain way of dealing with problems... hey where's Blaire, is she upstairs too?"

"She took the A-Team to Springfield for the weekend. She'll be back late Sunday."

She gave me a flirty little grin.

"Oh really now. Well, damn. Almost makes me wish I wasn't going with the girls to the spa! You gonna be okay with these two?"

I assured her we'd be fine as they had plans and I had a lot of work to do. No worries, babe.

She made another innuendo about her and I, but I made some comment how being married has really put a damper on my dating life. She laughed and said goodbye after another too-long hug.

Try not to eat your sorrows, babe. If you dropped 30-40 pounds, things might improve for you.

I brushed my teeth and waited impatiently for my girls. I tried watching some historical videos on YouTube, but nothing seemed to hold my attention. I kept hearing the girls giggling upstairs, which didn't help. I checked out online pics of father-daughter dances and then made a snap decision: I wasn't going to wear this hipster shit. I'm going to dress like a fucking man should dress.

The girls finally made their grand entrance, parading down the stairs. Their matching Michael Kors party dresses made them look like sisters. I was so relieved about the dresses because most of the time they wore these skimpy little whore-looking dresses that would be inappropriate for Dads. But these were just adorable, catching the part girl/part grown-up vibe perfectly.

Then, they gushed over my simple black Ralph Lauren suit. I worked out pretty religiously and was able to fit into the slim-fit styles. With my hair slicked and styled, silver tie and pocket square, I didn't look too bad for a middle-aged-father-type, if I do say so myself.

The girls posed and I took three thousand snaps of them. Then, I posed with Alyssa in several different shots, but I made sure they looked completely chaste and innocent. I did the same thing with Ashley but a problem developed. Alyssa wore a bra because she had to, they were just too big. But Ashley was braless, and her girls kept bumping into me. I got a full-on erection.

A few shots later, Alyssa said, "Guys, I can't take any more pictures. Look."

She held the camera for us and you could clearly see the bulge in my pants. Also completely apparent was the way we were looking at each other. Yeah, these wouldn't do at all.

"Maybe..." Alyssa began. "Maybe you guys should just go. I don't want to be a third wheel. I can, like, watch Netflix or something..."

Ashley looked at me pleadingly. Do something, Dad.

Yeah, I needed to do something and do it fast. She was obviously uncomfortable with me and didn't know how she was going to fit in with Ash and I. I walked to her and put my hands on her shoulders.

"Young lady. You are pretty much a member of our family already. But tonight, I want you to be my honorary daughter. I will treat you no differently than I do my Ashley. You will be... my Alyssa. How does that sound?"

A shy smile crept across her face.

"Do I still have to call you Mr. Gussman?"

"Mmm, maybe just in front of the other parents. But now, when we are alone, you can call me Jeremy."

"Oh," she said, dejected. "I thought I was going to be your honorary daughter."

I looked at Ashley, her eyes glassy with emotion. She nodded her head enthusiastically.

I pulled Alyssa a little closer to me.

"You could call me... Father?" I couldn't help but tease her. I'm the fun dad, ya know?

She shook her head and made a face at me. I tried again.

"How about... Dad? No? Hmm... then it has to be Daddy."

She giggled and threw her arms around me. I hugged her tightly, my hands on her back. She ground up against my hard cock, then looked up at me.

"Daddy?" she whispered up at me. "Will you, like, let me kiss you?"

"Of course, sweetie," I replied and I presented my cheek to her up-turned face.

She planted her mouth on my cheek, but it wasn't a quick peck. I felt her wet mouth linger on my cheek, then she traveled closer to my lips, until finally she grabbed my chin and turned my head so I faced her directly. Her lips found mine, and we kissed for only a few seconds when her tongue licked my lips. I hesitated for a couple moments as I began to wonder what Ashley was thinking about all of this. That didn't last long as Ashley came over and hugged us both. I broke the kiss with Alyssa and turned to Ashley, she kissed me long and hard. Then Ashley kissed Alyssa and... well I lost track after that but there was lots of kissing between us.

Ashley's hand groped my rigid cock. "You should feel this, Lys."

I felt another hand on me, beginning to stroke me through my slacks.

"Hey, um... the uh, Father (cough) daughter dance... well... Blaire is expecting pictures."

They both smiled at me. Ashley began, "Yeah, shit. I almost don't want to even go now. But, we have to, right?"

We reluctantly separated and each began our touch-ups. I just needed to wipe all the lip-gloss off my face and check my hair, then I was ready.

The Event

We arrived a little late, walking in and finding our seats just as they were finishing up the, "thank you's." I was glad to see we weren't the anomaly, several other dads had two girls with them also. The men at our table nodded at me, and the girls all giggled and complemented each other.

As we settled in and watched the first of several student-talent acts, I felt feet working up each of my legs. Those little minxes are going to get me in trouble.

I should probably mention some of Alyssa's physical characteristics at this point. Where my Ashley was very petite but with an impressive chest for her small frame, Alyssa was more of the athletic type. Several inches taller than Ash at about 5'9". She also had some thick thighs and an ass to go along with it. But what most people noticed was her rather busty nature. I couldn't say for sure, but I was guessing very full D cups which were quite impressive. Her statuesque appearance starkly contrasted with Ashley's little pixie vibe, but I found her immensely sexy. My Ash was the prettier of the two, her well-defined features made people notice wherever she went. Alyssa was more girl-next-door type, pretty but not quite model-quality like my daughter.

At the intermission, the other dads seemed very interested in me and my situation; complimenting me on my daughter and her friend. I made sure to keep the whole conversation on the up and up as I wanted no implications, complications, or insinuations. I was pretty sure, though, that a couple other daughters at the table were giving me the once-over. I mean, you know, most dads hit thirty-five and the "schlub" factor starts increasing exponentially. Whereas I worked out and took care of myself so that even though I'm past forty, I looked better than most of the dads there. Plus, I had the suit on and most of these dads wore outfits that seemed to magnify their dad-bods.

After some speeches about Grandma's House of Hope (a really great group doing things for at-risk families), we finally got down to the dancing. The first few songs were fast and danceable so both of my "daughters" danced with me. A few other dads had both their girls with them so we didn't look out of the ordinary. We had fun trying to keep it clean in spite of the suggestive looks they both kept giving me.

The DJ then announced two slow dances were coming up to end the dance portion of the evening. Alyssa sat down as Ashley stepped up to me, her arms encircling my waist.

"Honey, we have to dance proper, okay? Put your right hand out to the side, good girl." The lights lowered as the Amy Winehouse rendition of "To know him is to love him" eased forth from the speakers. Such a beautiful song with poignant lyrics, it made both Ash and I teary-eyed as we moved around the floor. She also made sure to brush her breasts against me now and then, smiling when that happened. By the end, my sizeable erection pressed into her as we hugged and quickly kissed each other on the lips.

Fortunately, the lights stayed low as that song ended and Ashley departed, soon to be replaced by Alyssa as "My Wish" by Rascal Flatts began playing.

However, as my dance with Ashley was fun and loving yet still proper, this dance began with Alyssa clutching onto me tightly. Her shoulders jumped as she sobbed into my shoulder. Still with my hard-on, I felt her unusually large breasts crushing into me. My mind spun as I tried to reconcile my body's reactions with what I should be doing; comforting this poor girl who's dad was a shit-heal.

I shushed her and stroked her hair while we danced, and she calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Lys. I'm sorry about my, ummm..." I wiggled a bit to show her I meant my cock.

"Mister... I mean, Daddy... I just don't know what to say. My Dad is like... well, such an asshole. And you're so much not an asshole. Thank you for bringing me here and... everything else you've done for me..."

She hugged me harder and I could hear her sniffling. I'm glad my Ash is so observant, she saw this and came out on the floor immediately as the song ended to escort her friend to the ladies room. With people's eyes on them, nobody seemed to notice my tented slacks as I quickly made my way to our table.

"Is she okay?" asked Jack, a nice guy with a cute daughter to my right. The whole table looked at me.

"She's just very sad about her real father. He left a few years ago and has been absent and out of touch. We thought this might be good for her: you know, me stepping in and being a pseudo-dad. But now I'm not so sure."

The other fathers reassured me that I was doing an honorable thing. I wondered what they would think in about forty-five minutes, if getting it on with her was still honorable.

My phone buzzed.

"Oh," I announced to the table. "Well I guess our evening has come to an end. Alyssa needs to go home, it seems."

I shook hands with the Dad's and promised to pass on the good wishes to Alyssa from the girls. I found my dates and we walked out of the hallway and into the parking lot with a daughter on each arm.

"You okay, Lys? Can I do anything?"

Her head leaning on my shoulder, she spoke in low tones.

"You can take me to your house and fuck me. I mean, after Ashley, of course. But can you fuck me soon? Ashley promised me you would."

"She did? Well, I don't see a problem with that. But first, Ashley is going to need a spanking for making promises that concern me without telling me."

I turned my head to see Ashley looking up at me. Her eyes sparkled in the pale light of the parking lot.

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"My room. Ten minutes."

The girls scampered inside as I made my way to the bar. I poured myself a couple fingers of Maker's Mark into a tumbler. I thought better of that and poured another finger, drank about half of the glass, then went up to my room.

I got undressed and brushed my teeth. I thought about rinsing down with a washcloth, but then I thought better of it.

These girls need to know how a man smells.

I lit a couple candles and set the bed lights on low with the dimmer switch. Sliding into the bed, the silky sheets felt great in my bare skin. I sipped my whiskey and got some soft jazz on my phone and played it through the Bose system. Because of the music and lights, there was a soft, romantic ambience that permeated the room.

I have to admit, a few warning bells were clanging pretty loudly in my head. I took another sip of the Maker's and tried to rationalize my behavior, maybe quiet those bells. Alyssa was pretty much a grown-up, sort of. She could keep a secret, I was sure. And as long as I had known her, she never seemed vindictive in any way. Yeah, it was going to be okay... I hoped.

"Daddy? Are you ready?"

Too late to back out now.

"Yeah, come on in!"

The girls came in wearing Ashley's robes; Lys had on a way-too-small "My Little Pony" robe from I don't know how long ago, and Ash wore her regular Spiderman robe. They giggled as they showed off their stylish evening wear to me, twirling each other and then curtseying to me. It was very cute and very little-girl-like, a rather sharp contrast to what was coming.

With each hand, I patted the spaces beside me. They looked at each other, then jumped on the bed and scampered up to me. As they moved the sheets around to get under them, they both noticed my semi-hard cock just hanging out down there. I put my arm around each of them as they snuggled up on me; Ash on my right and Lys on my left. Both of them leaned into me, crushing their breasts into my sides. The thin robes did almost nothing to protect their flesh from mine; I went fully erect in just a few seconds.

"Did you girls enjoy the benefit tonight?"

"Yes, Daddy," they both said in unison. Then both said "Jinx!" again at the same time and fell into hysterics.

After they settled down, I kissed each of their foreheads and told them how proud I was to be there with the two best looking girls in the world. Ashley turned and leaned up to kiss me, her left hand around my back and her right holding my face. I sighed into her mouth as her soft, wet lips met mine in a deep but tender kiss. Then another hand found my cock and lightly surrounded it in a gentle grip.

I broke the kiss and leaned my head back with an audible "Ahhhhhhh". Ashley put her hand partially on Alyssa's, I could feel both of them grip my erection. Lys moved up and kissed me with her full lips and bigger mouth. Her large breasts crushed into me while I pushed my tongue inside her hungry mouth. I still had an arm around each of them, basically unable to touch anything except their backs.

Ashley turned to kiss my cheek and then worked her mouth onto mine meeting Lys. The feeling of kissing two mouths and two wet tongues began to overwhelm all of us and we began giggling. Pulling apart, we tried to maintain but just couldn't. Silly girls, I thought. But I was right there with them, laughing and unable to keep a straight face.

"Alright you two," I said, in a mock-stern voice. "Time to get rid of those silly robes. And I think somebody is in line for a spanking."

"That's me," volunteered Ashley as she pulled her robe off her petite body. She then helped Lys with the knot on her belt as it was stuck somehow. Finally, they got it undone and yanked Alyssa's robe off.

"Ta-da! Aren't they marvelous, Daddy?"

Ash seemed very proud of her friend's boobs, while Lys seemed a little self-conscious. Ash got behind her and held Alyssa's breasts up for me to inspect.

"They're..." Lys began. "They're too big and fat, aren't they?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I tried to reassure her. "They're spectacular!"

And they were. Large, as I said before. But with the firmness of youth, they stood out from her chest in such an impressive manner. Her large areolas surrounded her hardening nipples which probably measured a full inch in length. I leaned forward to kiss each of them, holding them with Ashley as I smothered them with love and kisses.

"Be proud of these," I said after a minute or so. "Any guy that doesn't love these isn't worthy of you."

"You really think so?"

I kissed her on the mouth again.

"Yes, honest to God."

"Mister... oh shit I keep doing that! Okay, Daddy, Lee-Lee said you, like, spanked her boobs last week. Can you do that to me too?"

I surmised that Lee-Lee was her nickname for Ashley. I'm quick like that. I do work for an aerospace company, so, perhaps with a little bit of truth-stretching, I am a bit of a rocket scientist.

"Well let's see how this goes. Ashley needs her spanking first, then tell me what you think. Ash, lay down across my lap... that's my good girl."

I sat up in the bed, leaning against the headboard. Ashley crawled over my thighs and laid face down, centering her bubble butt over my right leg. She mewled as she rested her head on her hands and looked at me.

"I've missed you, Daddy. We have, like, a lot of catching up to do."

"We certainly do, my little love."

I began spanking her lovely ass with just some moderate, borderline friendly little slaps. My hand didn't even raise a foot off her skin, so these were fast but light slaps. Ashley moaned as my hand traveled fully over one cheek and then the other.

My cock, smashed up against Ashley's side, leaked pre-cum at a prodigious rate. Ashley wiggled against it a few times, pushing out more fluid. Alyssa just sat in a squatted position, taking it all in with a look of awe on her face.