All Four Daddy

Lacey Turner was flirting with even more guys Rick's age. She had actually gone so far as to tug aside her slit skirt revealing her left cheek. At least the men had sense enough not to touch. It was easy to see Lacey was tipsy staggering in step and holding her champagne glass out too far spilling it just a tad in her reveal.

"Good God! If I see Chloe do that I'm going to ground her forever."

"You might wanna lock Blondie up now." Skye points to the back of the room. Chloe was surrounded by five boys her age and sipping champagne like a champ. Innocent enough at first until he notes her dipping her finger in the champagne and trailing her neckline with it. Guys were licking it from her neck and giving her the giggles. She repeated her move to both shoulders allowing two boys at once to slide their tongues along her clavicle. She couldn't stop laughing. It was when Chloe chose to sprinkle droplets on her chest that Rick intervened. Charging away from Skye led the Bride to shake her boobs at her Husband before stealing money from her next in line. The Bank was still open.

Before Rick reached Chloe two boys had leaned in to lick at her cleavage. Her expression was of awe and exhilaration. Their roaming tongues sending shivers all over her body. None of them were even aware of her Father standing over them until he cleared his throat.

"The bar is closed for you Young Lady."

Her eyes bulge and she shrinks as the boys scatter swiftly to avoid his wrath, "Are you insane? Your Mother is setting up the cake over there. What if she saw you allowing...letting..."

"Sorry Daddy. I couldn't resist. That was as far as I would have let them go. I swear."

"Pull that dress up. Half of your chest is hanging out."

She looks down at her cleavage. Sure enough it had slipped down a bit in her acts of passion. One handed she tugs her cleavage hem higher. In the stretching of the material it was then that Rick noticed her nipples were hard as bullets. Pausing to absorb this realization he removes his coat and drapes it over her shoulders cloaking her. Pouting Chloe stomped her foot. Even worse she noticed Olivia and Lacey laughing at her. Following her eyes Rick realized his aggravation had tormented his youngest. The mocking Twins quickly straightened up and turned their attention elsewhere. Not liking Chloe's emotional state he growls and reclaims his coat. His daughter quickly perked up.

"Fold your arms over those...missiles."

"Missiles?" She flares her eyes then trails his gaze to her nipple hard on. A thinly expressed smile crept over her face followed by a blush. Her Dad was locked in on them and in no hurry to hide his notice. Inhaling she straightens her posture to offer a tighter examination of them. Her dresses material clung so tightly that it was almost as if she were nude. The full formation of her round breasts were perfect. She knew it. Dad knew it. Every guy in the room knew it. After a hiss Rick shakes it off. His eyes eventually returning to look at them.

"Fuck it. Go have fun. Just keep that dress on."

"Do I have to keep my arms folded over them?"

"No. Just don't let your Mother see those."

"Daddy?"

"What?"

"You're staring at them."

"Right. Sorry. Quit growing up so damned fast."

She nibbles her lower lip shyly, "I am an adult now."

"By two goddamned weeks."

"Can I talk to boys still?"

"Yeah. Just...who chose those damned dresses anyway? Might as well be naked."

"I like our dresses. The material is so soft."

"Silk over nudity is just asking for trouble." He grumbles.

"Still staring Daddy." She giggles bouncing on her toes three times, her chest jiggling lightly. Her expression let it be known that she liked his eye contact. Brilliant blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. She too knew he was aroused.

With a final comment Rick decided on a threat, "Behave or I'll spank you." Her thoughts danced on the possibility he might be serious. Smile led to worry. Worry led to smiles.

"You would really do that?"

"ABSOLUTELY!" He points at her nose.

Chloe swallows and nods, "Yes Daddy."

Rick concluded that his only escape from her allure was to walk away. As his back turns Chloe tugs her cleavage lower. Lower than before. Another fraction of an inch and the areolas of her 36C's might pop into view. Her nipples were nearing the hemline and she embraced the sensitivity. Sipping at her champagne she roamed the room once more. Boys tracking her like hungry wolves. Older men wishing they were younger. Chloe chose to explore.

Exhaling loudly Rick searched for his wife. Discovering her with her sister Peggy just outside the tiny kitchen where finger foods were set up for the party. People filling plates at their leisure. Seeing Peggy on her cell and Marci looking concerned he hurried toward them. Something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Rick hugged Marci from the side.

"Dad took a fall at home. Mom can't help him up. They're all alone out on the ranch. As much as I hate to leave our Daughter on this special day we can't just ignore them. They're old and feeble Rick."

"I know that. I suggested a caregiver long ago. Just call 9-1-1 and send them some help."

Peggy covers her cell to mask her Mother crying, "I'll drive up. You stay here with Skye. It wouldn't be right leaving her today."

Marci looked confused, "No. I'll go with you. It may take both of us to lift Dad. Mom sounds hysterical. Just tell her we're on our way. Rick? Explain things to Skye for me. Can you manage things here? Pack up the gifts? Don't let the girls get too drunk."

"I got this. You two go. Give Nadine and Don my love. Keep me posted."

"Okay, here are the keys to the Escalade. Peggy can drive and bring me home tonight. Don't you drink too much either. You have to be the responsible one."

"Definitely."

Marci glances at the dance floor to see Skye still collecting money. Luckily from her angle she couldn't witness the shenanigans. Brody and his Dad were standing in the way. For once Rick sighed with relief.

"Our baby looks so happy." Marci tilts her head trying not to weep.

"That she does." A quick kiss later and Rick was on his own. Peggy and Marci rushed out without a glance back. Shaking the fog out of his thoughts Rick concluded he needed a drink. Heading to the bar he buys a beer and chills out alone, his back to the bar. Guys were still fighting to bury their faces in Skye's tits with cash. Rick smirked, "Bleed them dry Skye."

To his right a pair of boys discuss Olivia and Lacey, comparing their beauty and appearance to a bustier version of Ariana Grande. Chloe to actress Olivia Holt. Even Skye was mentioned as a taller more endowed cross between Katie Perry and Mila Kunis. Grinning Rick agreed with their fantasy actress league. Sensing his eavesdropping the boys drift away.

Polishing off his beer Rick abandons the bottle when he hears the DJ over the microphone tell the crowd it was time for the Bride to toss the bouquet and remove the garter belt. The roughly 200 guests applaud the couple and chatter amongst themselves. Curious Rick left the bar and stepped out to notice over two dozen available young ladies awaiting Skye's blind toss behind her. Rick couldn't help but smile.

Locating his daughters amid the chaos while smothering each other in preparation of capturing the glory he laughed. All three were preparing themselves strategically to wrestle away the bouquet should it land amongst them. Skye checks out the location of her sisters then turns her back. In a mighty hurl over her head she flung the flowers. From there it was held breath and a resounding squeal of girls seeking to win. Rick likened it to a football game as the players all piled on each other to get the ball. Over a dozen girls stormed the fallen bouquet. The rest merely crowd around laughing. As the war ceased Olivia found her cleavage totally yanked over her tits. Big beautiful 36C's were bobbing about for all to see. Rick turned pale at the sight, hearing guys huff in variations of lustful admiration "Look at those babies," the consensus.

Chloe lay flat on her back laughing. Her legs wide and chest heaving. Guys did their best to catch a glimpse between her legs. Even Rick caught a glimmer of snatch.

Lacey however fought the hardest to keep hold of the bouquet wrestling with another girl. Over the dueling Lacey's dress found a heel stepping on her long skirt courtesy of a third girl. Accidently ripping Lacey's dress when the tussle became war. The slit up her left hip sliced like a knife clear up to her waist. Her entire hip exposed including a butt cheek. As the battle raged it ripped even further. Up to her ribcage now. Winning the fight she holds the bouquet high triumphantly. All of the girls laughed and blushed for her. Lacey wasn't even embarrassed.

Rick stood in shock and couldn't even move. He had already heard guys comments. Things about perfect tits and ass. Wanting to suck on those nipples. Even an "I'd fuck that little twat so hard." His head was spinning. He needed to get in there and help his girls. Before he could valiantly come to the rescue he notices five guys offering to help Lacey up. Hiding her behind their bodies like a huddle. Their guardian angel act wasn't fooling anybody. Rick could tell by Lacey's squeal that she was being pawed up.

Sitting on the floor with both breasts dangling Olivia took her time in covering up. Chloe had already sat up and was pulling her dress together. Again, Rick found his pride. Maybe he had put the fear of God in her after all. Still boys pulled them to their feet from behind. He caught a glimpse of one hand cupping Chloe's tit on the way up. No resistance in her. The same with Olivia. Rick was ready to burst a blood vessel.

"Relax Daddy. Wardrobe malfunctions happen. They all have a change of clothing." Skye intervenes.

"Right," Rick drops his jaw, "Shit! The girls bags are in Peggy's trunk. The Escalade was too packed with your stuff. She and your Mother had to leave. Your Grandpa had a nasty fall."

"Oh no. Lacey might need your coat more than Chloe ever did. Her dress is done for."

"How can you tell? She's wearing testosterone." He winces sarcastically.

"You do know Lace is loving every second of this right? Just chill and offer her your coat. I have to go it's my turn to show off...garter belt time." She hikes her train in front to reveal her bare legs up to her lower thighs.

Heading off to rejoin Brody she leaves her Dad with a wink. He shrugs it off and darts into the gathering to pass off his coat. He had totally lost sight of Chloe. Reaching Lace he challenges the boys, "That's enough tailoring Fellas. You can stop copping feels on my daughter now," Nudging them aside he finds Lacey examining her destruction, "Yep. That dress is a goner."

Lacey feigns whimpering as she primps at her tattered skirt. Lifting it aside even Rick caught a healthy look at her freshly shaved snatch. So did her entourage.

"Knock it off Streaker." He forces his coat over her shoulder and swats her hand away from her skirt dancing. Pulling it tightly around her he buttons two buttons at the bottom. It was just long enough to conceal the worst. Joining them Olivia eyes her sisters predicament.

"We can always tear the rest into strips for bondage."

"NOT HELPING OLIVIA." Rick snaps as she shrinks behind her sister. While Olivia hid behind Lacey Rick darted his gaze about, "Where is Chloe?" As he searched visually Olivia licks her Twin's earlobe and peels her skirt aside to offer the boys who had cloaked Lacey earlier a half frontal of her sister. Lacey grinned sheepishly and palmed Olivia's cheek. The guys were drooling idiots seeing Lacey's tight pussy. The second Rick turned toward them both girls were back to normal.

"Behave. I'm going to find Chloe."

"Yes Daddy." They joined as one voice. Leaving the Twins alone was a huge mistake. The coat came off the second his back was turned. They coaxed the boys toward the bar. Lacey's bare ass wiggling prompted a mass migration. Olivia patting her sister's ass only added incentive.

Wandering a bit Rick realized he needed to be there for Skye's garter removal. On the border of the circle of onlookers Rick folded his arms standing tall at 6'3 and focused on his eldest. It was his best Tom Hardy pose.

Brody knelt down in front of his Bride lifting her skirt seductively. Skye offered an expression of playful awe that was accompanied by the DJ playing a low drum roll. Brody instead waved off the drum roll in favor of something better. Striptease music made the crowd cheer laughing. Rick frowned and shook his head.

Raising Skye's foot he removes her heel then proceeds to suck on her toes. The warm lips tenderly going from toe to toe made her head tilt back and offer a light moan. The women of the audience swooned. The entire wedding reception felt like a strip club suddenly. All at the expense of his daughter.

Folding her skirt higher for Brody exposes the room to her upper thighs. Rick found himself glued to the shadows between her legs. A safe bet other men were doing the same. As Brody gave up on her toes he focusses on her legs. Rubbing both on his way higher and higher. Unknown to Brody, Skye had moved her garter as high as it would stay. Inches from her pussy. This made his journey all the more interesting. He frowns up at the crowd shrugging and yells out, "I know it's up here somewhere."

Laughter continued as her left leg is placed over his shoulder. Before he could reach any higher his Best Man interrupted with fuzzy handcuffs and took charge of Brody's wrists. Cuffing his hands behind his back to more laughter. The look on his face was priceless. Skye had made this happen. Now he had no choice but to dig for the garter with his teeth. Encouraged by the crowd Brody chuckled and hid under her skirt. His head bobbing about made Skye wiggle in her seat with bulging eyes. Reaching the garter he chose to sneak licks to her clit. The sudden move made Skye yelp and fan herself. The crowd presumed it was just goofing off. His tongue felt awesome. Moments later Brody's teeth inch the garter down her leg. In the process Skye hoists her skirt for his gradual retreat.

"Yep! No panties all pussy. Christ!" Rick easily saw her glossy puss. So did others. Some enjoying the sight. Others not so much. Luckily it was quick. As Rick observed his daughter's reaction she smiled up at him. She was watching her Dad not her Husband. Her devilish grin made him sweat. It was so seductive Rick's dick roared to life full tilt beneath his slacks. It was difficult to hide. After a sly glance about he knew he wasn't the only hard on in the house.

"Dammit Skye!"

Skye held her skirt for Brody's escape with her garter. Her left ankle still over his shoulder she leaned back further in her seat struggling not to fall backward as he removed it from her toes. Her already in view pussy was less shaded now as light though the shade enhanced it. She played dumb that it was so easily seen. Rick's thoughts were all over the place as silence ruled the audience. Only the stripper music played.

Moving in beside Rick, Trevor Remington, Brody's Dad patted his new family member on the back.

"That is some daughter you have there. My boy's a lucky man. Sweetest smile I've ever seen."

Rick winces at him, "I hope you're talking about the smile on her face."

"Hadn't noticed any other." Trevor winked, "Nothing we can say will change what's happening. Doesn't seem like anybody is offended. No really young kids here to witness it. To be honest I don't know what's gotten into them." He knew.

"Me neither. It needs to stop though."

"Brody's got the garter off. Things should go back to normal now."

"Hope so. So not right."

"Just a heads up. I saw your youngest Chloe with her top down again. Couple guys sneaking in some feels while you're not looking."

"Where?"

"Outside by the parking lot."

"Just great. She swore she would behave. Thanks Trevor."

"My pleasure. I'll watch the other kids." He waits until Rick marches off before adding, "Yep! I'll watch the Bride spread her legs wider. God, I hope she spends time at my house when Brody goes back to active duty. I'll keep a very close eye on my daughter-in-law. A very close third eye."

Successful removing the garter Brody holds it in the air triumphantly. Skye then lowers her legs giggling. As Brody rises he pulls his wife to her feet and kisses her. Spinning the garter on his fingers. He removes the cuffs easily.

"Gather around Boys." Brody yells. In response the guys surrounding Lacey move away from her and let the world see her flesh. In hiding she had ripped the fabric even more as the guys fondled her in secret. For all intents and purposes Lacey Turner was pretty near naked. Only two guys held back to toy with her. She settled back into their possession as one guy lifted her skirt aside and admired her bare ass.

"Sweetest little ass I've ever seen." He whispered.

The other man caressed her waistline and let his fingers slide low over her pubic area. Zero hair he lightly rubbed her pussy.

"I'd love to eat that pussy."

"Maybe later." She giggled coaxing them into the arena of testosterone awaiting the garter toss. Mischief made her join the gauntlet.

More guys took interest until Brody spotted Lacey stuck amongst the two dozen eligible bachelors. Smirking he sent the garter flying in her direction. Men dove at her battling for it as she fell backwards to the floor in the swarm. Her dress suffered another lengthy tear on the other side. The skirt whipping to her left causing it to twist tightly. Literally sitting on her skirt her entire frontal from the waist down was visible. Knees divided her pussy was wide open territory for all too see. Blowing strands of hair from her gaze she offered Brody a sneer. Too Brody's shock his new wife Skye even frowned on his antics. That was her baby sister caught in the crosshairs. Now, essentially all that held Lacey's dress up was her cleavage. Men stood there checking her out in awe of the serious malfunction. Strangely, she shivered and appeared in no immediate hurry to get up. Even when a noble pair of guys offered their hands she resisted acting as if she could get up on her own. As the women of the room grew tense Lacey decided she had better reform her desires and act like a lady. Dad's jacket soon came in handy once more.

Meanwhile, Rick had left the hall yet again as the sun was lowering. Searching for Chloe he went around the corner of the building to the parking lot. No sign of her he began to panic. The Texas heat even at sundown forced him to unbutton a few buttons on his dress shirt to accompany a loosened tie. Touring the lot car to car he was convinced that she wasn't outside. Heading back in he spotted Olivia setting at the bar drinking more champagne. Guys surrounding her she couldn't help but flirt. Her slit skirt dangling to one side revealed her entire hip. Before any of the guys could get too close Rick swoops in to face Olivia.

"Where is Chloe? She's disappeared."

"Restroom maybe?"

"Right. Go in there and check for me."

"Now? I'm--" She bites her tongue before admitting her lust at the moment. She knew telling Dad no was not too smart. Lifting from the barstool she pulled her skirt together and teetered a bit. She was getting pretty intoxicated. Rick claims her champagne glass and sits it on the bar. Turning from her mission just long enough to tell her admirers that she would be back. Rick rolled his eyes and nudged her along following Olivia all the way to the restroom door. Entering Rick stood guard nervously. Long minutes later Olivia returned, "Not in there. Sorry I had to pee."

"Fuck! Do me a favor and stop drinking so heavily. I don't want to babysit all of you girls on the drive home."