Can you scratch my pussy daddy? - Part 2

Step daughter wants her friend to try my special cream.

Disclaimer: All fictional characters are consenting adults, and this narrative is not meant to depict or endorse real-life behaviors.
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It’s been a few weeks since that day on the couch with Ashley, and I’m still a mess inside, torn between shame and a hunger that won’t quit. Her tight, wet pussy, those innocent moans calling me “Daddy” as I rubbed my cum into her folds, it’s all I think about, jerking off in the shower to the memory, hating myself but craving more. Ashley acts like it’s nothing, still her sweet, trusting self, asking me to fix her phone or make her favorite tacos, but I’ve caught her squirming sometimes, rubbing against a chair when she thinks I’m not looking. We haven’t talked about it, but the air’s heavy with something unspoken. I’m her stepdad, supposed to protect her, but all I can think about is how her pussy felt against my cock, how she begged for my “special cream.” The guilt’s a knife in my gut, but the lust is stronger, a fire I can’t put out.
It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon, the house filled with the hum of the neighbor’s lawnmower and the faint scent of cut grass. I’m in the garage, messing with an old toolbox to keep my hands busy, when I hear Ashley’s voice from the kitchen, giggling with someone. “Come on, Molly, he’ll fix it, just like he did for me. It’s the best.” My stomach twists. Molly’s her best friend from school, a redhead with a freckled face, emerald eyes, and a body that’s all soft curves: full breasts that strain her tops, a narrow waist, and hips that sway when she walks. She’s as innocent as Ashley, always blushing at crude jokes, clueless about the way her tight shorts or bikini bottoms make guys stare. She’s been over plenty, studying or lounging by our pool, and I’ve always kept my eyes in check. But now, with Ashley’s words echoing, my cock stirs, and I’m fighting a dark urge I know I can’t control.
I wipe my hands on a rag and head inside, my heart pounding. Ashley’s at the kitchen table with Molly, both in tiny denim shorts and crop tops, Ashley’s blonde hair loose and shimmering, Molly’s red waves tied in pigtails that make her look even sweeter. They look up as I enter, Ashley’s face lighting up like I’m her savior. “Hey, Daddy! Can you help us? Molly’s got an itch too, like I had. I told her your special cream makes it go away.”
My throat goes dry, my cock twitching in my jeans. Molly blushes, her cheeks pink, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “Um, hi, Mr. Thompson,” she says softly, her voice trembling with nerves. “Ashley said you helped her down there. Mine’s been tingly, like, all the time lately, and it’s annoying. Is that okay to ask?” Her innocence hits me hard, she thinks this is normal, like asking for a ride to school, and it’s making me hard despite the guilt screaming in my head: This is fucked up. My stepdaughter’s friend? I should say no, walk away.
But Ashley’s big blue eyes are pleading, and Molly’s looking at me with the same naive trust. “Please, Daddy?” Ashley says, her voice sweet. “Molly’s my best friend, and she needs your help. You can scratch her pussy too, right? Like you did for me?”
I swallow hard, my mind a wreck: Two innocent girls, begging me to touch them. I’m going straight to hell. “Okay, girls,” I say, my voice rough, trying to sound reluctant. “But this stays between us, got it? Let’s go to the living room.” They follow me eagerly, like it’s a game, Ashley skipping ahead, Molly trailing nervously. I sit on the couch, my jeans tight against my growing bulge. “Molly, come here, sweetheart. Let’s see what’s going on.”
Molly stands in front of me, her cheeks flushed, and I reach out, my hands shaking as I tug her shorts down. No panties, just her bare pussy, smooth and pink, lips slightly swollen and glistening with a hint of wetness. She’s tighter-looking than Ashley, her clit peeking out shyly. “Oh, honey, you’re all red down here,” I say, my voice low, masking my lust with concern. “Lie back, let me check.”
She does, spreading her legs innocently, her pussy on full display. Ashley watches eagerly, sitting beside her. I kneel between Molly’s thighs, my fingers tracing her inner legs, feeling her tremble. “Where’s it itch, Molly?” I ask, my thumb brushing her outer lips.
“Right there,” she whispers, pointing to her clit, her voice shaky. I start rubbing gently, circling her clit with my thumb, feeling it harden under my touch. Her pussy’s so wet already, juices coating my fingers, her lips parting as I work her. “Does that help?” I ask, my cock throbbing in my jeans.
“Yes, Mr. Thompson, it’s better,” she moans softly, her hips bucking slightly, innocent and unaware. Ashley chimes in, “See, Molly? Daddy’s the best. Now for the cream!”
I unzip my jeans, pulling out my cock, thick, veined, already leaking pre-cum. Molly’s eyes widen, but Ashley reassures her. “It’s okay, it’s how he makes the special cream.” The girls “help”, Ashley stroking my shaft tentatively, her small hand barely wrapping around it, Molly watching wide-eyed before joining, her fingers brushing the tip. “Like this, Daddy?” Ashley asks, innocent as ever.
Their soft hands pump me, my cock pulsing, the sight of these two innocents jerking me off pushing me close. “Good girls, that’s it,” I groan, my thoughts a mess: I can’t believe they’re doing this. My stepdaughter and her friend, stroking my cock like it’s normal. I cum hard, thick ropes spilling over Molly’s pussy, coating her swollen lips and clit, dripping down her folds.
“Now to spread it,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Molly, keep your legs open, honey.” I pick up Ashley, her dress riding up, her bare pussy exposed, no panties again. I position her over Molly, lowering her so their pussies press together, my cum squelching between them. “Like this, girls, make your pussies kiss. Rub them together to spread the cream.”
Ashley giggles, innocent, “Okay, Daddy!” She starts rocking, her pussy grinding against Molly’s, the cum making it slick. Molly moans, “It feels tingly,” her hips moving too, their pussies sliding together, lips parting, clits brushing, wet and messy with my cum. I watch, my cock hardening again, the sight of their tight, innocent pussies tribbing, Ashley’s blonde mound against Molly’s red-trimmed one, juices mixing with my seed, driving me wild.
They trib for what feels like forever, slow at first, their movements hesitant, Ashley’s pussy lips gliding over Molly’s, their clits catching with each roll. The cum spreads, glossy and slick, making every grind smoother, the sound of wet skin faint but unmistakable. Ashley’s moans are soft, “It’s like our pussies are hugging, Molly,” her innocence making it hotter. Molly nods, her breaths quickening, “Yeah, it’s so good.” Their hips find a rhythm, circling, pressing harder, their clits pulsing against each other, their juices mixing with my cum in a slippery, glistening mess. Ashley’s pussy lips part wider, enveloping Molly’s, their clits grinding in tight, desperate circles, their moans growing louder, filling the room with a sweet, needy harmony.
I can’t just watch anymore, my cock throbbing painfully. “Let Daddy help make more cream,” I say, kneeling between them, sliding my cock between their pussies, the tip brushing their clits, their slick lips hugging my shaft from both sides. The sensation’s unreal, their warm, wet pussies squeezing me, Ashley’s blonde curls tickling one side, Molly’s smooth lips on the other. I thrust slow, my cock gliding through their cum-soaked folds, their clits rubbing my shaft with each stroke. “Keep kissing your pussies, girls,” I groan, my hands on their hips, guiding their rhythm. They moan louder, tribbing harder, their pussies grinding against my cock, the cum and juices making it a slick, delicious slide.
Minutes stretch, the pleasure building, their pussies clenching around my shaft, their clits pulsing against my tip. Ashley whimpers, “Daddy, it’s tingly again,” her pussy spasming, a soft squirt coating my cock. Molly follows, her moans desperate, her pussy twitching, more juices flooding out. I’m close, the sight of their innocent bodies writhing, their pussies tribbing my cock, pushing me over. I pull out, grabbing a small glass jar from the coffee table, cumming hard into it, thick white ropes filling it up.
“Here, Molly,” I pant, handing it to her. “Spread this on your pussy lips and clitty when you get an itch. It’s special, just for you girls.” She nods, innocent, dipping her fingers in and rubbing it over her folds, her clit glistening with my cum. Ashley watches, smiling. “Thanks, Daddy. You’re the best.”
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