A La Carte - Juicy Appetizer
Jet Stream pushed open the door to his condo, dropping his keys on the nearby table in the Foyer.
"Apogee? Are you home?" He called out, dropping his briefcase to the floor before making sure that the door had closed and locked behind him.
"We're in my room, Dad!" Apogee's voice rang out from inside the apartment.
"I'm sorry I'm late..." Jet Stream continued shouting out as he trotted into his apartment and up the stairs to the second floor. "I know I promised that I'd get home early today." He rounded the corner of the upstairs landing, pivoting to head to Apogee's room. "I know that Tuesday's are really special to you because that's the day that we are allowed to bu-"
Jet Stream stopped talking as he peeked into the teenage filly's room, to see that Apogee was sprawled out on her bed, still in her school uniform - but also her friend, Daisy Cutter on the other side of the filly's bed hiding something under the mattress.
"Buhh... ubble. Bubble bath. We're allowed to bubble bath because there's enough hot water." Jet Stream stammered, realising he had almost spilled the beans to a third pony.
"Hi Dad!" Apogee squeaked from her prone position on the bed.
"Hi Mr. Stream!" Daisy peeped from the other side of the bed as well, her face partially flushed. "I hope you don't mind that Apogee invited me over for dinner."
Jet Stream almost frowned. He had no problem with the cute little earth-pony being over, she was a good influence on his daughter... but why had she invited her over on their special night? Dammit! He knew he had missed a couple of weeks because of last-second work trips, but still... he was looking forward to this too!
"N-not a problem!" Jet Stream forced a smile. "You're always welcome, Daisy." At this he shot a knowing glance at Apogee, who blushed and folded her ears back against her head in apology.
"A-always?" Daisy blushed heavily, as she played nervously with her sweater. "W-wow I... I'm n-not s-sure I'm r-ready t-"
"Diz, can you go to the bathroom for a sec? Need to ask my Dad something." Apogee quickly and nervously cut her friend off.
"Oh. S-sure..."
Once Daisy had left the room and shut the door, Jet Stream let out a big sigh and slumped onto his daughter's bed, next to her still prone body.
"That was close." Jet Stream sighed, brushing his mane out of his face. "You've gotta make sure to let me know right away if you're not alone, hun... what if I'd started talking dirty to you right away?"
Apogee looked to her left at her father, sticking her tongue out and winking at her father, "I think that would be awesome since you never talk dirty to me."
She finally released her stuck out tongue and chuckled. "I wouldn't be so worried about Diz."
Jet Stream arched an eyebrow. "Oh I never talk dirty? Is that so you naughty little girl?" He reached one of his hooves out to stroke his daughter's back through her school sweater. Her wings twitched a little and began to extend slightly.
"Maybe I've been a little too protective toward my..." he trailed his hoof down to the small of her back in small little circles, "dirty little daughter."
Apogee squirmed on her belly with a little grin on her face. "Mmn, oh Dad..."
"Oh dad, what?" he brought his hoof down over his daughter's rump, continuing his massage through her gray school skirt. "You're such a horny little filly, aren't you Apogee? Hiking your dress up like this?" Jet Stream leaned in toward her grinning face with a horny smile on his features. "You might as well be wearing nothing at all..."
He flipped her skirt up and slid his hoof under, working his powerful hoof against the underside of her sensitive dock. She had a favorite spot right between her twitching tail-hole and the top of her teenage-cunny, and he was teasing it now with the frog of his hoof.
"D-dad!" Apogee squeaked, burying her face into her bed as she reached out with one of her hooves for her father's groin.
"Ah ah ah," Jet Stream swatted her advance away, just as she made contact with his sheath, his erection already starting to slide out of its protective layer of skin. "Bad girls don't get dessert until after dinner." He slipped his hoof down further, his eyes widening slightly at just how wet and swollen his daughter's fillyhood already was, trailing over her parted, begging lips to her small love-bud. He gently caressed her hyper-sensitive clit with his frog, using the light touch that always drove her crazy.
"D-dad... daddeee...." Apogee whispered into the bedspread she was burying her face into, before she lifted her chin and asked: "D-dinner?"
Jet Stream smiled mischieviously. "My dinner." He broke off his petting of his teenage daughter, rolling onto the other side of the bed to be able to directly get face to face with his daughter's cute, tight little plot.
With her skirt flipped up, he could easily see that her tight, athletic teen flanks were covered in a light sheen of sweat, her taut hamstrings and flanks accentuated by the sexy, cute schoo stockings. But what was under her tail had her flank totally beat in terms of dampness.
Her twitching tight ponut rested atop a drooling swollen pair of teenage filly-lips, sticky, hot juices burbling out of her twisting, pink, slick volcanic tunnel. The trail of juice slid over her engorged little love-bud, which was peeking out of its comfortable hiding spot between her swollen fillyhood lips.
"Damn." Jet Stream said in genuine surprise. "Just what were you two up to in here?"
"It's a secret!" Apogee squeaked, pulling her thighs together and pulling her tail down in embarassment. "Girl stuff! Stuff stallions don't get to know about!"
Jet Stream chuckled, a part of him wanted to know more... but right now his growing erection wanted something else entirely. Still, he had just made a promise to his daughter.
He spanked his daughter's teenage flank with his right hoof playfully. "Bad girl, hiding your Dad's dinner." He spanked her one more time. "If you're my good horny little girl, show your Daddy his meal, hun."
Apogee giggled, lifting her tail bun and spreading her thighs once again, revealing her plot once more, now a sticky mess of filly-juices sticking against every surface.
"Mmm..." Jet Stream leaned in, licking the tender flesh of his daughter's upper leg, just above the school stocking where the elastic of the sock made the skin plump and ripe. "You horny little girl... tell me you want it."
Apogee was blushing in embarassment and ecstacy - she didn't even notice that the door was partway cracked open, not that it would have stopped her from whispering, breathily. "I-I... w-want it..."
Jet Stream nipped lightly at his daughter's upper leg. "Bad girl. What's the magic word?"
Apogee bit her hoof as she felt herself wink heavily from her father's teasing, but she couldn't help but groan out: "P-please, D-dad!"
Jet Stream didn't need to conduct any more teasing. He buried his muzzle into his daughter's boiling lips. His nostrils literally filled with her sweet, potent, musk. He ground left and right against the top of her fillyhood as he lashed his long tongue into her twisting, clenching tunnel - just the way she liked.
"D-Daaaad!" Apogee mewled, her thighs closing around her father's head as her rear hooves kicked adorably. She began to squirt into her father's grinding chin.
Jet Stream chuckled as his daughter's fluids coated him, as he used his tongue delicately against the winking clitoris as it trembled and peeked in and out of his daughter's clenching tunnel. She always climaxed so quickly when he gave her oral like this. It made him so hard to know that he could make his teenage filly come on a hair trigger.
Apogee was groaning out loud into the bedsheets, muffling her glorious orgasm as she clenched the edge of the bed with her forehooves in blissful agony.
He was just about to dive in for seconds, when the door knocked and began to open.
"Apogee, Mr. St-stream? Can I come in?" Daisy Cutter asked as she pushed the door open simultaneously.
CRAP!!!
He had completely forgotten about his daughter's friend! He stood up rapidly, putting distance between his daughter's clenching fillyhood and his mouth, when he realized he had a stark choice. He had a sizable strand of Apogee's juice hanging from his chin in a silvery strand - as well as a thick, throbbing erection. He could only deal with one before his daughter's friend entered the room.
He quickly brought his hooves to his face and cleaned away the juice.
Daisy entered the room, and immediately her eyes locked on Jet Stream's blushing, panicked face. Then they trailed down, locking on to the next most remarkable thing on Jet's person... and it wasn't his stylish black tie.
Daisy let out a soft breath of awe. "W-wow..." She adjusted her glasses, never breaking her sight-line with her best friend's father's rigid, thick stallionhood.
Jet Stream blushed incredibly heavily and quickly bent his knees and dropped his hoof to cover his girthy shaft, before chuckling. "Wh-whoops! S-sorry Daisy. L-long workdays have that effect y-you kn-"
"P-pizza." Apogee mumbled, her sweaty, goofy face looking up from the bed where it had been buried.
"Pizza?" Diz and Jet Stream asked simultaneously, at the non-sequitur.
"Y-yeah... can you order some Dad? I'm hungry."
Jet Stream hurriedly nodded his head, happy to take the escape route offered to him. "YEP! No problem I'll go get some pizza right now, here I go!" He said almost too quickly before starting to trot out of the room.
He could feel Daisy's gaze on his nethers. His thick, veiny stallionhood unavoidably bouncing up and down with his gait, slapping against his belly as he squeezed by his filly's best friend back to the second floor of his apartment.
"I'll be back in 10 minutes with food. Ok, Apogee... Daisy?" he gave an awkward nod to both, then shut the door of the room.
"He ran away." Daisy looked at the closed door.
"Yeah, I thought he'd be shy." Apogee chuckled from the bed, rolling over onto her back.
"No reason to be shy with equipment like that!" Daisy chuckled jumping onto the bed and landing on her skirted butt. "Hay, he was way larger than you'd described! That's really just one reason why metric measurement is more pr-"
Apogee groaned... "No lectures Diz, not now." Her groan turned to a wicked, mischievious smile. "So here's the plan for when he gets back..."