The Games Some Daughters Will Play

by Lisa Smiles

  That was enough over thinking the simple thing in his arms. All they were doing was playing a game, and many games can cause a young woman to lose her hymen.

  They were kissing, as before, but with more tongue and more more passion, until she moaned and he felt his cock plummet. He was profoundly inside her. He wanted this to be the way she would come, sucking on him from both ends, wanting his insides and him wanting hers.

  Her sister was asleep. Her mother was away. It was Kylie’s time to have him all to herself, for the kind of play time she needed now she was grown.

  All he would do is stroke her skin with his hands, taking care to separate her buttocks with each upward pass and let some cool air wash her freckle. Each pass was making her stiffen as if ready to come, so he let the next pass brush her sphincter. He was thinking how predictable it was that a posh private school girl would crave anal play, and what a shame it would be if she came before that had unfolded. He borrowed some lube from her cunt (no double dipping) to work his finger in circles, to the first knuckle.

  That was enough. She was totally rigid. The only part moving was her actual asshole pulsating with her orgasm on the end of his finger. And all Ben had to do was let himself go so they could come together.

  How exhausting! It took him a minute just to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was a light fitting that his wife chose that he hated. A small sacrifice for this daughter.

  Kylie was in her first year of college, studying to be a school teacher. She had figured it would not be so onerous a job as the one her mother had pursued. An easy job would give her more time at home with her father.

  They had both just finished an exhaustive game of hide and seek with Natalie. Each saw playing with Natalie as the kid’s reward for her unknowing role in their secret union. They gave her a solid hour’s play time every night after dinner, playing whatever she wanted. Later most nights, even when her mom was at home, Kylie would sneak in to her dad to keep the game going. That night they would play the mature audiences version of hide and seek. She was trying to think of a hiding spot big enough to lay down in.

  She never would go back to that internet forum. As much as she tried, she couldn’t remember the site. That was a shame. Somewhere in the world were two anonymous, vicarious lurkers, who she would always want to thank for their coaching.

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  About Lisa Smiles

  I write ludicrous filth. You won’t be influenced or harmed by reading this rubbish, any more than Japanese commuters are harmed by the comics they read on the train. All you will be losing is time from your life. I guarantee, all of my stories are a complete waste of time. They are written as a complete waste of your time and mine. That’s time you cannot put toward repaying your mortgage, strengthening relationships or improving yourself. The only thing you can call it is, “Lisa Smiles Time”.

  Other books by Lisa Smiles

  Please visit your favorite eBook retailer to discover other books by Lisa Smiles

  Penis Feeding Daughters at School.

  The Full Incest Monte

  Fun Family Games: we tried the with our daughters, they worked!

  Sex-ed Daughter

  They Needn’t Be Burdens

  A Solution for Brats Who Never Leave Home

  Inexperienced Brats in our Rumpus

  Transformed at Wallaby Beach

  Floodwater, Stepdaughter and I

  The Stepdaughter’s Guide to Free Lodgings

  I am Futanari

  Good Christian Brats and Their Daddies

  Religion with Benefits

  Teacher Saw us in Our Bikinis

  Connect with Lisa Smiles

  You can reach me via Twitter @LisaSmilesTime

  or enjoy visual side dishes with excerpts from my stories at LisaSmilesTime.tumblr.com

  Teasers

  Fun Family Games: We Tried Them with Our Daughters, They Worked!

  From page 1

  I had worried for years that my wife Karen’s disinterest in sex would mean I’d remarry when our girls, inevitably, decided to leave. But then Abbey turned 18 and Paige was 19 and neither showed any intention. They were our “indispensable leaches”, they’d tease us.

  It was Karen’s suggestion to try a few sexy things as a family. The first was a night at a health club in Spain where clothes weren’t allowed in the pool on the rooftop. My wife and the girls couldn’t stop grinning about me being stuck with a stiffy.

  “If you’re scared,” Karen told them, “then don’t let him see you. He’s such a big perve.” Turning to me: “You are a perve John. You don’t even care they’re your daughters.”

  “We’re not scared,” Abbey chortled, backing her sister to furthest corner of the pool. Behind them were the rooftops and antennae of the entire Eixample district of Barcelona with glimpses of Mediterranean turquoise on the horizon.

  “No, it’s only a willy,” laughed Paige, protecting Abby with her big-sister arm.

  “In that case,” Karen said, “all three of you ought to move closer.”

  Paige was more game than her sister and started wading, coming toward me. She had had a big morning of sun at the beach, everywhere except for her boobs. They were having their first ever taste of straight sun.

  “Get hold of it Paige,” my wife told her. “I’ll hold him. Get your hands away John. Give her a chance.”

  Paige wrapped her hand firmly around the pleasurable half and said, “Now what?”

  “Ask him a question and if he lies, squeeze it. You’ll feel it through his dick if he’s fibbing.”

  “Feel what exactly?”

  “It’ll go softer.”

  Paige said, “Get over here Abby. We’ve got a lie detector. He’ll tell us anything.” While Abby was forcing herself away from the far edge of the pool, Paige made a start. “Who has the best boobs then, Abby or me?”

  “Oh don’t be silly, you both look th... ouch! Paige! That really hurt.” She had squeezed like she was trying to get the last drop of sunscreen out of the tube.

  She put her arm around her sister and made her mimic her chest thrust. “One of us has to be better.”

  “Okay, Abby’s,” I fessed.

  While they both looked at Abby’s to see what I’d meant Karen said, “Abby’s point up more. I told you your dad is a pervert.”

  “Okay,” Paige said, disguising her hurt. “What’s one thing about me then that’s better?”

  I said, “Come on girls, you know with these games someone’s feelings are bound to get hurt”—and heaven forbid those feelings be Abbey’s. She’s my youngest—the one who comes running to daddy. I feel more protective.

  "I wouldn’t worry too much about them,” Karen said. “You’re the one with his dick in a vice.”

  “Okay Paige, your face is clearer. Abby is an idiot and doesn’t wear hats.”

  “That’s true,” Paige says, cheerier now that she’s been flattered. “Alright, Abby’s turn now.” Paige pulls my dick toward Abby as though it’s the ear of a donkey.

  “Nooo! I’m not doing that!”

  “Abby, it just feels like nothing. Like skin.” I’ve got Paige now jerking and bending my dick. “It’s kind of bony but there isn’t a bone. It’s a weird thing. I’ve never held one this way.” She runs her hand down my shaft to pass Abby the tip without risking me getting away.

  When she’s nervous Abby can’t stop herself grinning. “Oh I can’t do this! It feels like a lizard.”

  “Get ready to squeeze it. Ask him a question.”

  “What’s your favorite color?”

  Paige interrupts, “No, that doesn’t count.” There’s no one else by the pool but she’s getting too loud and excited. Someone will hear. “It has to be a question like mine.”

  “Okay, overall,” Abby says, “which one is best out of me, mum and Paige?”

  “Abby squeeze it, he’s balking,” Paige says.

  “Ouch! Abby! That was too much!” She didn’t squeeze it as hard as her sister but
this little bitch used her nails.

  Paige says, “Daddy, we’re asking, in terms of the overall package—face, boobs, figure, overall charm—who is best out of mum, me, or the cheeky munchkin who is going to torture your dick if you lie?”

  “The question is pretty clear John,” Karen says from behind me. “Which one?”

  “Oh look, alright, but don’t go thinking anything weird: I’ve got a particular soft spot for Abby.” And now I have to back-peddle. “Someone’s got to stick up for the baby of the family.”

  “We’re asking in terms of the overall package,” Paige says. “In terms of sex appeal, is your answer Abby?”

  “Yes I’m sorry ladies, but at the risk of losing my dick if I lie, I’ve given my answer, it’s Abby.”

  “I have a question,” Karen says. “But Abby, this time you don’t just punish him if he lies. You also have to punish him if the truth is immoral.”

  Abby listens as though to important instructions, like she’s about to be landing a plane.

  “One more thing,” Karen tells her, “it will hurt him even more if instead of just squeezing you wanked him.”

  “Wanked him? Mum! That should be your job!”

  “Too late. Here’s the question. Is Abby the reason you got the erection?”

  Sorry, that’s just a teaser. Find the whole story at your favorite very open-minded eBook retailer.

  Penis Feeding Daughters at School

  From roughly half way:

  “Well Prue, I’m going to give this a go,” I whisper. “I’ve wanted to do penis feeding all of my life and here is my chance. What should I do?”

  “Well when I go, you speak to her calmly about how beautiful and clever she is and how much you love her. Then it’s all in the timing and your observation of cues.

  […]

  “Okay, a question. How do I come if I’m not meant to thrust and if she’s sucking so gently?”

  “This is where you’re lucky to have such a beautiful daughter. If you open her blouse and fondle her breast, and keep telling her that you love her, certain feelings are going to well up inside you. She’s got such a neat little bottom that I would think just opening her skirt and her diaper would send you over the cliff the second you’re ready.”

  Looking at my daughter’s school tunic, I say, “That would be a button.”

  […]

  Right now I would say I’m committed to the program. Vanessa is in my lap gently suckling the head of my penis. “Oh, I love you so much Vanessa. You’ve grown to be such a lovely young lady. Smart. Friendly. Everyone likes you.”

  There’s a tremor in my voice though, knowing what I need to do next. Opening a few more buttons on her school blouse will let me see something kept from my view for too long. My fingers are trembling as I slide my hand into the darkness for a first feel.

  I have the nearest one cupped in my hand. There’s some weight there. She was an early developer though, so for a long time I’ve known she is amply endowed. I’ve spent too much time, I am well aware, transfixed by her chest and her bras in the laundry.

  Now she’s completely exposed, like the daughter on the adjacent lounge, whose father’s lead I am following.

  Gravity and her sideways position has caused the creamy goodness of both breasts to settle too low for me to admire them. But I can rock her gently to distract her while I roll her over just a little onto her back.

  “There’s my good girl. Just you relax. Daddy just wants to tell you how lovely your breasts are Vanessa.”

  They feel so firm and fulsome. The good lord has given her the greatest C-cups on earth. “Vanessa, one day, when you have your own baby, the milk from these nipples will be so sweet and thick.” After this experience I’m confident she’ll let me taste that myself when the time comes.

  I’m feeling a jet of pre-cum like electricity along my urethra. It is inspiring Vanessa to tighten her lips over my glans and double the vacuum. Her tongue is drawing love hearts on the nerves just under the head.

  I gently stroke her cheek. “Oh you sweet girl.”

  […]

  I’m looking at the fastener on the side of her pleated grey skirt. Be still my hips. I can’t let myself thrust.

  I never knew these catches were so easy to open. Whose idea was it to put schoolgirls’ treasures behind skirts so short and so easy to undo? Surely the department of education is ran by men with a fetish like mine.

  Schoolgirls! Who doesn’t love schoolgirls! Schoolgirls and cheerleaders. My daughter is both.

  I’ve got to unwrap my girl’s bottom. The girl on the next sofa has started snoring, polluting the air with her cum-scented breath. Even if Vanessa had pissed and shat herself—which she hasn’t—the smell would be better.

  “You don’t need this diaper Vanessa. You’re eighteen. I don’t know what they were thinking.”

  Even shaky horn dog hands can peel back the adhesive holding this little heat pad around her.

  “You’ve got so much fur here Vanessa. You’re really a woman.” I run my nails through the strands them raise them to my nostrils. It’s beautiful and completely masks Little Miss Cum-Breath snoring on the lounge there beside us.

  I feel a tap on my shoulder from behind the sofa. Prue is knelt there with her perfumed face beside mine. “I don’t mean to interrupt Craig, but Ms Compton has had to leave for the rest of the afternoon for a meeting. Here are some condoms.”

  Sorry, that’s just a teaser. Find the whole story at your favorite very open-minded eBook retailer.

  The Full Incest Monte

  From page 1:

  I’ve been preparing things all week for my daughter Emily’s 18th birthday pool party, getting the water thoroughly clean, buying new pool toys and finding myself some new goggles.

  She’s so nervous about things going well that she has put on her present from daddy, a skimpy little orange bikini, and ran out to check that the water is going to be perfect for her friends when they get here.

  “How is it Emi?”

  “Fantastic daddy. You’re fantastic! Can you throw me a noodle?” I throw her one from the big new box of the things I’ve bought for today. “Why don’t you get in?”

  How could I refuse?

  “I’ll go and get into my cozzy.”

  I’m not sure if it’s morning wood or the amount of new skin I saw when she passed me, but I’m packing a load as I walk back out to the pool.

  And now for these googles. Oh wow! It’s like seeing through air.

  “Emily, count how long I can stay under.”

  The way she is straddling the noodle and kicking her legs is causing the front of her bikini to flutter. I’m so glad I went through every pair at bikinis-r-us to find the ones with the weakest elastic.

  For as long as I’m under I can stare all I like. Oh gosh, the noodle just pushed the fabric completely off to one side. Doesn’t she know? I owe it to myself, for all my hard work, to at least sneak a peek.

  I gave her money to go to the beautician—I didn’t know she got totally waxed! It makes me proud, as her biological father, to see my girl has a well contained quim. She’ll have no trouble keeping a man with a treasure like that in her panties.

  So let’s think this through. This afternoon in this pool I’ll have her friends Zoe and Lauren, plus my god-daughter Cloe, all in bikinis. I’ve also invited Cloe’s dad Paul, my best friend since college, to hang out as well. He’s the right friend for the occasion, a school teacher like me, with a penchant for ogling and frivolous games.

  Some extended family and boys from Emily’s school will be here tonight for a barbecue and some beers but Emily doesn’t want anyone but her friends around after ten. The pajama party should keep them awake until two, then they have the whole day tomorrow by the pool to recover.

  I surface only to be told she lost count.

  “Oh Emily!”

  “Daddy, I know you’re doing so much but my friends and I want to ask one silly favor?”

  “Anythin
g honey, you know that.”

  “They want to know if you’ll organize pool games.”

  This group of girls grew up with Roger the Dodger’s pool games. You might think that by eighteen they would have lost interest, but when they’re around here all they lose are their teen girl pretenses—and their grip on their swimwear.

  “Well Roger,” Paul says, “here we are buddy.”

  “Here we are indeed!” We’re laying on my teak poolside recliners and are onto our second beers after knocking back two sneaky vodka shots in the kitchen before. The four girls in our care have gotten into the spa with plenty of alco-pops to get themselves equally charged.

  Paul says, “You’ve got to pity guys with no daughters. Here, take this.” He pulls a blue tablet from his pocket and breaks it in half.

  “What’s this. Ecstasy?”

  “No! Cialis. For erections.”

  “Do you think that’s safe? We’re going to be on display quite a bit here.”

  “In my experience, Rog, girls this age look at younger guys’ crotches, not ours. I’ve been parading the biggest boners around Cloe at home and she hasn’t looked sideways.”

  I take the pill and look at my shorts.

  “It’ll be another half hour,” he mocks me. “And it won’t just happen without visual stimuli.”

  “Well we’ve got plenty of stimuli here today,” I tell my old friend.

  “Sure do. I can’t believe Emily’s eighteen! She still looks so young! Don’t tell me I’m the only sick bastard who gets turned on by his daughter? Please Roger. Tell me you’re a sick cunt as well.”

  “You’re not the only sicko.”

  I let him know that’s enough said by laying flat, closing my eyes and turning my inner arms to gather some sun. We’re as sick as each other. Both of us know it. We became best buddies in college the night each of us confessed to majoring in high school education to be around school girls. We’ve watched each other’s backs ever since. Make sure they’re eighteen. Make sure they say yes. Make sure they come twice. These are our edicts. I guess neither of us thought to include ‘make sure they’re not daughters’ so should have known our sexual habits would mean we were sitting on time bombs as Emily and Cloe approached the age they are now.