`` how-do-you-do ? Is anyone home ? '' My daughter, Howard Lindsay, had been talking to me about her coming party, but thinker had drifted. She was a Junior in college, but her best champion Kristy was a elderly this year and would be graduating. They were making as many apology as they could to hang out with each former as they could.

'' I 'm deplorable sweetie. I have n't been capable to centralise much lately. ``

'' Sounds like you need to get laid, '' she quipped.

'' Mmmph, '' was all I could say to verbalize my agreement.

My married woman was an amazing woman. She had the smarts, the mother wit of body fluid, the sempiternal kindness ; all of it. In fact, the only part of our relationship that was n't enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our thirties. While this afforded us a better fiscal spot and big solitaire than we could sustain mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy burden on our already struggling confidant relationship.

We had already been together for dozen years when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few prison term a class. When Howard Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to kip in a crib and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight years before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own way. By the fourth dimension she did, the damage had been done. My wife and I were never able to quite get comfortable in the same bed after all those years apart. We would cuddle for the number one 60 minutes or so, and then she would inevitably draw a comment about being sore - and go sleep on the sofa again. Every once in a while, we would attempt a quickie here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Lindsay catching us that matter usually ended with but one of us getting to finish, neither of us getting to polish off, or her getting me so aflutter and worked up that I could n't stay hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried less and less.

'' Do n't you think it 's kind of Wyrd to comment on your dad 's sex life ? '' I asked. I wanted to say that after almost four years of not having sex at all, the idea of `` getting laid '' is n't exactly a realistic goal ; but I did n't want to plunge any deeper into this conversation than I had to.

'' Not really, '' Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been open and fair with each other. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in social club to call it a sex life. ``

'' And what would you know about that ? '' I immediately regretted asking that doubtfulness ; knowing it could n't possibly lead to anything I 'd be well-situated discussing.

'' C'mon dad. Mom and I talk. I know it 's been forever since you guys had sex. ''

'' Listen truelove. I 'm glad we can all babble about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex life-time, are two different things, '' I stated.

'' Whatever. I 'm just saying that maybe if you got laid, you would n't seem so run down and wear all the time. You know, put some excitement back in your life. Get the blood flow ! ``

It was about this time that I realized this conversation could end up going into something I wanted to talk about even less than my own sex life ; and that was my daughter's.

I knew that as soon as my daughter had her number 1 stop, my wife had put her on birth ascendance. Howard Lindsay never seemed like the desperate or slutty type to me, but I knew she was n't naïve or shy either. While I did n't believe she was sleeping around, I also had convinced myself a that she probably was n't a virgin anymore either. Maybe this was because I had lost my virginity at such an too soon age, or maybe it was just the way Lindsay always seemed so insouciant about the theme of sex ; but my bowel told me my daughter was n't completely innocent.

Vachel Lindsay was watching me, almost as if she could tell I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a brief grin flicker across her boldness before she abruptly turned the subject back to her upcoming party.

'' I really want this to be gross dad. Please say you 'll help. ''

I was n't even aware of what she had asked me to help with, but since my wife was out of town all weekend and the following week, it did n't really matter. I would be the solitary authorisation human body around, and therefor stuck with the responsibility of trying to keep back my daughter and her four acquaintance well-chosen for one night.

On the undimmed incline, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possible action that four hot young female person ( not including my daughter ) might be running around in my house in their underclothing this weekend. Of row my logical position immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forego pajamas for some sort of intimate apparel affair, a gang of Pres Young girls are n't going to want some forty-something yr old man like me hanging around and gawking.

Reluctantly I replied, `` sure as shooting sweetie. Whatever you need. ``

'' Promise ? '' she insisted.

'' hope, '' I confirmed.





That Nox, I could n't contain thinking about my daughter 's approaching party. At first I was just dreading the fact that I would have got to share a business firm with five Brigham Young girlfriend that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv incline came out again and I started to wonder what the girls would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a bunch of oversized pajamas, I could n't assist but hold out Bob Hope that at least one of them would be wearing a twain of shorts that would be way too belittled, or maybe one of the girls would even defy to establish off some aphrodisiacal lingerie ; or at least a tee shirt with just some pantie. The thought one of the girls tight asses just peeking out from some tiny shorts was enough to puddle me firmly, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy.

With my wife downstairs on her put, I had the room to myself and was really getting into my `` session ''. I had visions of bringing the girls snack or drinks, only to get hold them lying on the storey in their underwear - tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Vachel Lindsay 's best friend Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to watch a movie and wigging her butt against the lump in my knickers. What I did n't realize was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the girls by name to express on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my thoughts to Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's other friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her young soundbox to me in my head. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost ascendancy and started cumming all over my stomach and chest. My orgasm was intense as my body tightened and the last of my climax dripped from my pecker. That 's when I saw her.

Lindsay was standing in my threshold with her mouthpiece overt and heart wide. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to take hold of my blankets and cover myself, I kept stuttering apologies and asking why she did n't knock.

'' You left the door open, '' she said plainly.

'' I 'm so sorry Lindsay. You should n't have seen that. I was just ... just ... '' but I could n't finish.

Nicholas Vachel Lindsay seemed to recover her senses as she looked up at me and smiled. `` Sorry dad. I know I should n't have walked in on you, but I thought I heard you say ... '' she paused `` ... anyways, I was just surprised to see you doing that, and next thing I know you were, um ... you know, '' and she made a spraying motion with her hands. `` ... finished, '' she translated.

'' I ... um ... '' I was still speechless.

'' It 's all good, dad. If mom 's not going to acquire care of you, then there 's no shame in doing it yourself, '' she said with a chuckle. `` We 're all homo ! '' And with that, she turned and left the room.

I lay there for a while, recovering from the intensity of my orgasm and the shock of seeing my daughter watching me dash cum all over myself. There was nothing to do about it now. I kept wondering how much she had seen, or even more important - how a good deal had she heard ? It 's one thing for her to catch me jerking off, but another thing all together if she heard me fantasizing about her friends. I was only one-half aware of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really do n't know how loud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking colly to her friends in my nous. These thinking raced through my nous until I eventually fell asleep.



The succeeding morn, Vachel Lindsay acted like null happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long group discussion. As soon as her car was out of sight, Lindsay grabbed her jacket and purse.

'' Where are you headed off to ? '' I asked.

'' Kristy 's, '' she answered. `` We 're gon na go over the stuff we want for tonight. ``

'' I hope you not planning anything too wild, '' I said.

'' Depends on your definition of wild, '' she replied with a sly grin. `` I have a extra surprisal I want to set up for the girls, but I 'll need your service. I 'll be back around four o'clock to go over everything with you. ``

I started thinking that this party was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a caboodle of girls sitting around, watching moving picture, and talking about son ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in mind. Not one to worry before I have all the details though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the to-do inclination my wife had left for me.



At almost exactly four o'clock, Lindsay came through the door. I had just finished cleaning the garage and sat down to relax when she walked into the living room and saw me.

'' Dad ! '' she exclaimed. `` You ca n't attend like that ! ``

'' Why ? '' I asked. `` I 'll probably just hang out up in my bedroom most of the time. ``

'' No sir. I have architectural plan for you. ``

'' That does n't sound practiced. ``

'' Oh, I think you 'll be OK with what I have in judgement, '' she said, grinning again. Now I was really occupy. `` I need you showered, shaved, smelling effective, and ready for inspection in XXX minutes. ``

'' Really Howard Lindsay ? I was kinda looking forward to the free time by myself. ``

'' I 'll be you were, '' she teased, and I knew she was referring to the Nox before. `` ... but I need your help to make this company especial. Besides, I think you 'll enjoy this more than lying around by yourself jerking off. ``

Trying to ignore the meretriciousness of my girl 's input, I played along and replied `` I do n't make love. I 've gotten pretty honest at it through the years. ``

She smiled at my joke, but made no reply former than to shoosh me off the lounge and up the stairs to get ready. As I trudged up the stair, she came up behind me and playfully slapped my butt.

'' Let 's go, old man. I told everyone to be here about six o'clock, '' she teased. `` ... and no jerking off in the shower either ! ``

I laughed nervously, not knowing how to answer to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my time to ca-ca surely I was extra fairly, smoothen, and unused. If I was going to have to spend clip around the daughter, then I wanted to make my best notion for Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. It might take also been a little stroking of my male ego, and hoping at to the lowest degree one of the girlfriend might think I 'm hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to know I still got it.

So 45 minute later, I presented myself to my daughter for review, with a prompt apology for taking longer than she gave me.

'' No problem, '' she responded. `` You did a good job ! '' she noted, giving me a quick head to toe.

'' You 're looking pretty dolled up yourself, '' I noted. She had put on clayey eyeliner ( which I find really sexy on most women ), lipstick, and some early tactual sensation. She had also thrown on a very unforesightful schoolgirl-style mini and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edges of her hot pinkish bra peeking out in various locations around her dresser and shoulders.

'' Thanks daddy ! '' she said, cocking one leg back with an innocent lilliputian half twist.

When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to save face, I quipped `` Headed to the Britney Spears comeback tour ? ``

'' Ha ha ! You 're showing your age again, dad. ``

Ouch. That was a low blow.

'' It 's part of my surprisal, '' she explained. `` I asked all the miss to put on something extra sexy tonight. ``

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. `` I do n't know if it 's a secure approximation for me to be hanging around if that 's what you guys are planning on wearing. '' I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole matter. Between the visions my pervert mind was creating and the turnout my daughter was wearing, I could sense my cock start to react a little.

'' You promised to help, '' she reminded me. `` Besides, would n't you wish to see Kristy in something sexy ? ``

'' That 's a picayune inappropriate, do n't you think ? I 'm more than twice her age, Kristy is your respectable friend, and I 'm marr ... '' but she did n't let me finish.

'' I heard you last Nox, dad, '' she said simply with impish grin. She was grinning at me a lot lately.

'' I think maybe you misunderstood somethi ... '' I tried to explain in a panic.

'' You were saying both Kristy 's and Amy 's names last night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five hour watching you. '' Then she added with a New York minute, `` You 're a dirty, unsportsmanlike man, pa ''

My mind was trying to cope with two dissimilar Revelation of Saint John the Divine at that moment. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter 's friends while masturbating, and two - that my daughter had not only walked in on me the night before, but had stood there watching me until I had finished and opened my eyes to see her standing there.

I just stood there, wanting to say something, but thinking of goose egg to say. This was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my daughter. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed divert watching me process all of this.

'' Do n't concern dad. I wo n't recite my friends or mom. They 're your fantasies. delight them ! ``

I stared at her speechless.

'' Besides, why do you guess I told them to dress up tonight when I knew mom would be away ? '' she asked.

'' And they agreed to raiment up like that ? '' I asked back incredulously.

'' Well, they do n't have a go at it it 's for you, but yeah. They agreed to it. ``

My idea was finally starting to wrap up around the reality of what was happening, and I could experience my prick start to well again. I was actually going to have these young girls running around my mansion in aphrodisiac outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to come alive up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My mind kept going back and Forth River between excitement and guilt trip. Trying one last time to maintain at least some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to make my counter-argument.

'' block it dad, '' Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` appropriate '' and all, but the girls are already on their way over and I 'm holding you to your hope to avail tonight. '' Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared straight at the bulge in my pants, causing it to swell a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard.

'' Besides, '' she continued, still staring at my crotch. `` I think you like the approximation. '' She looked up again. `` Now let 's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the shower and they 're on their way. '' Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to run me down to the basement family way where the girls would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I could n't help but check her niggling outfit and wonder just how far she would have to stoop over for me to get a peek ...

When we walked into the family room, I saw Vachel Lindsay had already set up some thing in preparation. The back of our household way has a small squared out room/entryway expanse that provided outside access to the cellar family room. Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the low domain from the rest of the large room. The main floor region was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our family line sleeping bags thrown over to one position. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to render more than lounging/sleeping area.

'' Looks like you 've got it pretty much taken tutelage of down here. What 's up with the mantle hanging in the rachis ? '' I asked.

'' That 's where I 'll involve your help, '' she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's wait public treasury everyone gets here foremost. I want to constitute trusted no one is going to chicken out. ``

'' Chicken out ? What are you planning Lindsay ? ``

'' You 'll see. '' And with that, the doorbell rang.

I made my way to the kitchen as Lindsay answered the front threshold. Judging by the articulation, all the girls had arrived at the same prison term. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden dip in book when they started whispering to each early. `` Boy talk '' I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laughter break out. Just then Nicholas Vachel Lindsay poked her heading into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could bring the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the antechamber to lead the early girls downstairs.

When the pizza pie arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some newspaper plate and towels, and gave my crotch a speedy glance to make sure nothing was too obvious. I could n't stop thinking about what Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had said about the early young woman getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette tomentum and large tote bags.

'' Sorry Mr. D ! '' two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of denture, boxes, cups, and assort things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the corner of my eye, two petite figures rush by into the privy behind me.

return my heading, I stepped into the livelihood room and deposited everything on the board Lindsay had moved along the side bulwark. skittish and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up - but the girls were gone. Then I heard voices behind the mantle Lindsay had set up over the back entrance.

'' Are you serious ! ? '' I heard Kristy 's articulation say. `` ... but what if your dad comes down ? ``

'' Do n't concern about my dad, '' I heard Vachel Lindsay reply. `` He has program for the night. He wo n't even be here. ``

Now I knew something was up, because Lindsay knew I was n't going anywhere. She had made me call not to go out so I would be here.

'' Pizza 's here ! '' I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh batch of giggles coming from behind the drapery when my daughter poked her head teacher out.

'' Thanks dad. '' Her fount seemed slightly blushed. `` Anne and Elizabeth went to commute into their quietus wearing apparel. '' She winked as she said this. I did n't know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay 's closest friends. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth II were the two giggling brunettes that almost ran me over in the hallway.

'' I think that 's all we need, '' she continued. `` I 'll come up and say good-bye before you leave. '' She said this with a wink, indicating I was to play along.

I 'll accommodate I was pretty disappointed I did n't get a probability to see any of the girlfriend in their outfit, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the can, I could baulk taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock on the threshold. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girls had been turned towards the threshold, and I swear I saw her oculus flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a 2d, expecting to hear spite thigh-slapper about perverted old men, but no screaming rang out. Once my pulse slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the brief glimpse of a cute, diminished, raw rear end reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my chief, but it had been so abbreviated and fast that I could n't keep on the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to take another peak.About twenty minutes later, Howard Lindsay came bounding into the support room and plopped down future to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I could n't help oneself noticing she was wearing thigh-highs ; another of my failing. I did n't even do it my girl owned thigh-highs.

'' So I 'm heading out for the even, am I ? '' I asked.

'' What ? '' she asked. I told her I could get wind her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down.

'' Oh, that, '' she said. `` I was just telling them that so they would n't know it was you. ``

'' I see, '' I responded half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the film I was watching. Then what she said clicked. `` Wait. What do you mean so they wo n't get it on it 's me ? ``

'' You 'll see, '' she responded, echoing her earlier promise. `` Go around outside and gather me behind the drape downstairs in an hour. ``

'' If you say so, '' I agreed. `` Anything else ? ``

'' No, but make sure enough you get something to eat, drink - and use the restroom before you come down. It 's going to be a tenacious night and I do n't jazz if you 'll get a fortune for a break ''

'' What in the universe are you up to, Vachel Lindsay ? '' Now I was worried.

'' Just run into me downstairs in an hour, '' she said as she started to walk away. `` ... and do n't bury to go around the outside of the house. You 're not supposed to be here, recall ? ``

'' Yeah, yeah, yeah. I 'll see you in an hr, '' I replied blandly. Secretly though, my oddment was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a aphrodisiacal turnout after all !



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a lilliputian neural about what Howard Lindsay 's program might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family elbow room behind the curtain. I could take heed a movie playing and casual remark by the young lady. As tempted as I was to peak out and see what was going on ( and what the girls were wearing ), I did n't need to smash Lindsay 's surprise. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her Quaker that she was going to get things set up. When one her champion asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the drapery and asked if I was ready.

'' Um ... I think so '' I replied dubiously.

'' Let me check your breather, '' She leaned up into my face as I gently blew. `` Good ! '' she confirmed. Then she asked me to step outside with her for a endorse. When we were outside, she looked at me with an almost sad grinning and spoke.

'' Dad ... I do n't sleep with how to say this in a way that wo n't shock you, so I 'll just come right out and say it. ``

'' Ok, '' I could tell that as confident as she had been all day, she was now genuinely uneasy to say what was on her mind.

'' Dad ... I set up this party to get you laid. ``

'' What ! ? '' I barely choked out.

'' Please mind, dad. I know that you and mom have n't had sex in years ... ''

'' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, this is n't somethi ... ''

'' Just let me polish off, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never cheat on on mom under normal circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or hurt any of my champion. '' She continued, `` ... but you are a man, dad. I 'm not dullard. I know what men want. I 'm actually pretty amazed you have n't cheated on mom already. Sex once every few calendar month probably suction, but I do n't know how you managed to go without for years. ``

I was still at a stop and did n't have sex what to say. Was I hearing all this right ? My own daughter was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her respectable friends ? Lindsay could see it was taking me a bit to process all of this and took advantage of my continued silence.

'' I got this idea from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different kinds of parties and secret plan, '' she continued. `` about of them revolve around drink, sex, or both - of course. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious. ``

My daughter was looking up sex games on assembly ? My daughter wanted me to recreate sex plot with her Friend ? My judgment was still racing and my mouth still was not working as my girl continued.

'' ... and the guy sits in the chair with a hood on all night. As the Night goes on, if any of the girl want to check out his penis, she can do it without worrying about the guy knowing who she is, or if she knows who the guy is, or worrying about being judged. She can just look, pinch, experimentation, play, kiss, sucking, or even fuck the guy 's peter as much as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The block in my mind released.

'' What the hell kind of site are you getting on Lindsay ! ? '' I almost yelled. `` You want me to sit in a chair so your admirer can play with my dick ? ? Forget that it 's your friends or that your mom is my wife. Have you even considered the age difference involved here ? ``

'' Dad ! '' she interrupted. `` Be placid or you 'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those thing. The girls do n't take to have it off who you are, or how old you are. Your mind will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the daughter about the political party and they loved the idea ! We do n't have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man 's member is like without the plethora. If you think about it, it 's sort of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they 're ready, each fille can come in over and chequer you out - well, your member anyways. I told them I could ensure the person I picked would infer the ruler and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be affected role, kind, clean, and STD free. '' She paused as she could see I had more doubt to ask.

'' What about pregnancy ? ``

'' I have condoms if we need them, '' she stated simply, and pointed through the door window to a small mixture bowl sitting on a table by the electric chair she had set up. It was full of a variety of safe. `` We collected them from various places '' she said, answering my next question before I could ask it.

'' And what the hell did you do to that chair ? '' I asked, also pointing in the window. The electric chair Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining chair. It appeared to be a normal president, but for one exception. The front core of the seat had been cut away. The actual sitting luck of the chair was now shaped like a boastfully `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just adequate face edges to withstand the death chair together while supporting my stage - provided I keep them slightly apart. The altogether thing had been crudely covered with what looked like slim down foam padding and a flaccid fabric. I could also get out four spacious strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat.

'' I tried to make it as comfortable as I could, but I wanted to piss for certain your ball had elbow room to flow so the young woman can get to them too if they want. ``

My head started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in eld and my throbbing cock was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay did n't spend a penny any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my excited state and asked her about the straps on the chair.

'' I 'm not really into S & M clobber, '' I said.

'' The straps are to avail earn the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in controller and free to research and experiment at their own fastness. If things go like I hope and the girls get well-to-do with everything, maybe we can necessitate them off later. ``

I was searching my head for some logical disputation to piss. My clutches on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any reason to fend further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to cultivate with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details and reality of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.

'' So they wo n't know it 's me, and I wo n't make out which of them is ... um, touching me, right ? '' My resistance was almost gone now.

'' Well ... '' she began. `` ... that 's where I modified the website 's idea a bit. I made you a special hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they wo n't be capable to see you. ``

I felt my cock pounding against my bloomers when she said this. I would actually get to observe these Whitney Young young woman use my stopcock for their own curiosity and joy, without them knowing I was really their trump Quaker 's dad. Then a sentiment occurred to me.

'' What if they change their minds or get freaked out ? '' I asked.

'' I told you. I already discussed this with them. They 're really aroused, dad. Kristy told me she already masturbated twice this aurora thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here. ``

That was it. My concluding barrier of hesitancy and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter.

'' Ok, '' I resigned. `` I guess you got all the answers, and I did stimulate you a promise. ``

'' Yay ! '' my daughter cheered as she clapped her work force, kissed me rightfield on the sassing, and gave me a big hug. I became all too mindful of my massive erection pressing against her as she held me. She must have felt it to, because when she let go she looked directly down at my protuberance and said `` Let 's get that thing some of the attention he deserves. ``

Quietly we stepped back inside the house behind the makeshift curtain.

'' meter to get naked, dad ! '' Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to resist, but then realized at this percentage point it would be sort of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my girl stood there watching. I was about to pull my drawers off when one last particular occurred to me.

'' Um, you 're not going to be ... you know ... um, participating, '' I asked hesitantly. It was one matter to let her friends fondle me anonymously, but I did n't remember I was ready to let my own daughter touch me like that.

'' No dad, '' she answered quickly. `` I already told the little girl I would n't be doing anything since I know who the guy is. I told them it would reach matter way too awkward. ``

'' Oh. That makes sense, I guess. ``

'' Besides, Kristy has already offered to project a party at her house for me. ``

'' WHAT ! ? '' I yelled in a whisper.

'' I 'm just kidding dad. I 'm not `` participating '' here or at any of my champion'houses. '' she laughed.

'' Right, '' I said, confirming her program line to myself more than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slid my boxers off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a wide erection.

'' Wow, dad ! '' Vachel Lindsay exclaimed. `` Mom 's an half-wit for not taking advantage of that on a veritable base. '' She was now staring openly at my aching shaft. `` fountainhead let 's get you strapped in. ``

As I sat on the professorship, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my globe to hang freely, but also left to the highest degree of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro shoulder strap. She managed to wrap the social movement straps around my legs without any problem. However, when she leaned over to get to the vertebral column shoulder strap, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the smile on her face I had my uncertainty. Then she leaned over for the hold up strap. She was making an hyperbolise show of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest of drawers to my genitalia as she bent over for the endure strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her bureau come into middleman with my extremity. I might bear thought it was an fortuity, except that she did n't pull away. I could feel the flimsy textile of her shirt against the barb of my cock.

'' Just ... having ... problem ... with this ... last ... .strap ... '' Howard Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having hassle on purpose, and I could feel the grating lace edging on her bra. If she moved any more I would be touching ...

Then it happened. Lindsay got the lowest strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her chest press roughly against the head of my defenseless penis. The diffuse passion of her skin against mine caused my body to oppose unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned.

'' Easy there big tribal chief, '' my daughter kidded as she stood up. `` Why do n't you hold open that for the missy ? ''

'' Sorry, '' I said sheepishly. I did n't have it off what else to say.

'' No headache, '' she replied with a smile. `` Well, are you ready ? ``

'' As ready as I can be. ``

'' You can say that again, '' she said looking down at my genitalia. `` Well, here we go. '' And with that, Lindsay placed the punk over my headway.

She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its fateful cloth. It was no more restricting than wearing a span of sunglasses. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now.

'' Now remember, '' Lindsay whispered. `` You have to act like you ca n't see who 's touching you. You ca n't say any names. You ca n't verbalise to the young woman directly - unless it 's to moan or say they 're doing a upright job or something. You do n't want them to figure out who you are. ``

Then without warning, my girl reached out, took my unvoiced hammer in her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, kissed me on the cheek, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the curtain to return the other girls.

I could hear the other girl 's asking Lindsay if everything was ready. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their member had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the movie had about 15 proceedings left, and then she would uncover their surprise.

The next 15 minutes seem to get an hour. I could hear indistinct rustle and laughter coming from the early incline of the drape every now and then. The time to myself gave me a chance to really digest what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Lindsay and Kristy were both the same age and had grown up together. At one head along the way though, Kristy was moved up a degree. Kristy had long, straight, get off blonde hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly tall than my daughter. She had the kind of body that Corinthian looks for. She was petite in the shank, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large tit that seemed too big for her fragile frame. If they had still been printing the magazine, she would have been a whorl for a centrefold. Her jet eyes, pouty lips, and the lasting look of mischief on her face made her a invariable focus of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6 '' with an gymnastic body. Her culture medium distance iniquity blonde tomentum contrasted her hopeful blue angel oculus beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight brawny butt and legs. Her rose hip were n't as well-endowed as Kristy 's, but her buttocks was strong and protruded nicely when she wore plastered jeans and sweatpants. Her boob were a lowly C, but looked perfective on her sporty body. I had to learn a very long time ago to get used to the way boys would expect my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the cut matter I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a freshman, just over 5', and very lilliputian. Her beginner was white American language and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the best of both creation. Her forgetful, shoulder distance fatal pilus and deeply brown eyes always force back me nuts. Her petite body was graceful and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't have the curved shape the early two female child had, she had just enough to razz something truly sexy under those clothes.

The final stage girl I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the like size and build as my daughter, with just a bit more curve. She was also very athletic, but with a lot heavy breast - I guessed DD. She had just a little to a greater extent curve in her hips, and her fundament was also slightly adult than Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any means ! She just always seemed to have a lilliputian bit more joggle than Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive sinlessness in her brass that, while it drove me untamed, never seemed quite genuine. Out of all the girls, I was most concerned to see how Ann was going to respond to my girl 's experiment.

The only other girl at the party was Elizabeth, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me in the first place. The solely thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the Saami black eyes as Ann, and she had a petite, aphrodisiac little butt. I came to this end after realizing Elizabeth must ingest been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her.

My mental critical review of the girls and their bodies was suddenly interrupted by loud tinker's damn and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girl were quick for Vachel Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erection went down a little bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girls. The sounds of all the girls walking across the room told me I was out of meter. I could hear the girl giggling as a bridge player that must make been Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

'' And now ladies, I present to you ... '' she pulled the curtain aside with exaggerated flourish. `` The member ! ! ``

I was gladiolus for the bonnet at that moment. Not only had I turned burnished red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped open and did n't close again for minutes once I saw the girls in their getup. I could experience been drooling and would not have known it. While I had seen Lindsay 's picayune schoolgirl outfit, I was not prepared for the heavenly imagination that stood there in front of me at that moment.

The first off thing I noticed was Elizabeth I, as she was the unknown of the bunch. She was definitely younger than all the other missy. Her lilliputian, petite soma showed just the slender curve in her hip, and her lowly breasts were just buds. She had the same black middle as Ann however, and after a closer look I realized she must be Ann 's younger sister. She was wearing a duet of white cotton panties that looked too small for her. They appeared to take been stretched to their demarcation line just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic hillock just sticking out on either slope of the genital organ material, and a very obvious type of camel-toe. Her top was a simple gabardine jersey that said `` Cutie '' across the front in large, pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing pink and white striped knee wind cone. The overall effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.

Ann was standing next to Elizabeth II wearing a similar outfit. She had on the same jersey, but it seemed barely able to contain what was underneath ; while her panties were light source pink and higher cut than her sister 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from behind. She had also had on knee socks, but hers were solid white.

Next my eyes travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald Green River sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head band and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dark nipples pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her legs, but I could n't hit out any hair there. Either the outfit 's crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand. My cock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous young girls.

Finally, I let my eyes fall on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, Elwyn Brooks White silk robe. It hung open and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching ovalbumin lace high-cut pantie, and white thigh-highs with vertical stripe patterned into them. A whitened satin choker with a diamond embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen cock and licking her lips .