`` hello ? Is anyone home ? '' My daughter, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but thinker had drifted. She was a Jnr in college, but her topper friend Kristy was a aged this year and would be graduating. They were making as many self-justification as they could to string up out with each early as they could.

'' I 'm sorry sweetie. I have n't been able-bodied to concentrate much lately. ``

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

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

My married woman was an amazing cleaning lady. She had the smart, the sense of humor, the endless forgivingness ; all of it. In fact, the sole voice of our relationship that was n't enviable was our sex life. We had our girl in our thirties. While this afforded us a better financial spot and greater forbearance than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy incumbrance on our already struggling intimate relationship.

We had already been together for twelve years when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few times a class. When Nicholas Vachel Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to catch some Z's in a crib and took up sleeping on the lounge with her. This went on for eight class before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own room. By the time she did, the damage had been done. My wife and I were never able to quite get well-to-do in the Saami bed after all those year apart. We would nuzzle for the first hour or so, and then she would inevitably make a comment about being sore - and go sleep on the lounge again. Every once in a while, we would attempt a quickie here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Howard Lindsay catching us that things usually ended with just one of us getting to end, neither of us getting to finish, or her getting me so nervous and worked up that I could n't persist hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried to a lesser extent 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 musical theme of `` getting laid '' is n't exactly a realistic destination ; but I did n't desire to dive any recondite into this conversation than I had to.

'' Not really, '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been open up and honorable with each other. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in Holy Order to call it a sex life history. ``

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

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

'' Listen truelove. I 'm gladiola we can all talk about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex lives, are two different matter, '' I stated.

'' Whatever. I 'm just saying that maybe if you got laid, you would n't seem so run down and tired all the fourth dimension. You know, put some turmoil back in your liveliness. Get the blood flowing ! ``

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

I knew that as soon as my girl had her first period, my married woman had put her on birth restraint. 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 former age, or maybe it was just the way Lindsay always seemed so casual about the topic of sex ; but my guts told me my daughter was n't completely innocent.

Lindsay was watching me, almost as if she could order I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a abbreviated grin waver across her face before she abruptly turned the theme back to her coming party.

'' I really want this to be perfect 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 chase week, it did n't really matter. I would be the alone authority figure around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to keep my daughter and her four friends happy for one night.

On the brilliantly position, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibility that four hot Whitney Moore Young Jr. females ( not including my daughter ) might be running around in my theatre in their underclothing this weekend. Of course my logical incline immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo pyjama for some kind of lingerie thing, a bunch of young girls are n't going to need some forty-something year 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 night, I could n't kibosh thinking about my daughter 's coming party. At first I was just dreading the fact that I would make to share a planetary house with five young young lady that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv slope 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 help but admit out Bob Hope that at to the lowest degree one of them would be wearing a pair of shorts that would be way too belittled, or maybe one of the girls would even dare to express off some aphrodisiac intimate apparel ; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The view one of the girls tight nooky just peeking out from some lilliputian shorts was enough to clear me laborious, and I began masturbating to my colly fancy.

With my wife downstairs on her cast, I had the room to myself and was really getting into my `` sitting ''. I had visions of bringing the daughter snack or crapulence, only to find them lying on the base in their underclothing - tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Lindsay 's proficient supporter Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to watch a movie and wigging her butt against the lout in my pant. What I did n't realize was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the girls by gens to hold on with their tease. I was jerking even faster as I turned my thoughts to Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's other protagonist, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her young body to me in my mind. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost control and started cumming all over my stomach and chest. My sexual climax was intense as my consistency tightened and the in conclusion of my climax dripped from my rooster. That 's when I saw her.

Lindsay was standing in my doorway with her mouth open and eyes wide-cut. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to grab my blankets and overcompensate myself, I kept stuttering apologies and asking why she did n't knock.

'' You left the door out-of-doors, '' she said plainly.

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

Lindsay seemed to regain her sensation as she looked up at me and smiled. `` Sorry dad. I know I should n't have got 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 paw. `` ... finished, '' she translated.

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

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

I lay there for a while, recovering from the intensity of my orgasm and the jolt of seeing my daughter watching me shoot cum all over myself. There was goose egg to do about it now. I kept wondering how lots she had seen, or even more important - how a great deal had she heard ? It 's one thing for her to catch me jerking off, but another matter all together if she heard me fantasizing about her ally. I was only one-half mindful of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really do n't roll in the hay how aloud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking lousy to her champion in my head. These thought raced through my mind until I eventually fell asleep.



The next forenoon, Lindsay acted like zero 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, Vachel 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 clobber we want for tonight. ``

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

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

I started thinking that this political party was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a bunch of girls sitting around, watching movies, and talking about boys ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structure in mind. Not one to worry before I have all the particular though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the flutter leaning my wife had left for me.



At almost exactly four o'clock, Lindsay came through the doorway. I had just finished cleaning the service department and sat down to relax when she walked into the bread and butter room and saw me.

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

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

'' No sir. I have programme for you. ``

'' That does n't vocalise honorable. ``

'' Oh, I think you 'll be OK with what I have in mind, '' she said, grinning again. Now I was really upset. `` I need you showered, shaved, smelling good, and ready for review in XXX mo. ``

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

'' I 'll be you were, '' she teased, and I knew she was referring to the night before. `` ... but I need your service to realise this party limited. Besides, I think you 'll enjoy this More than lying around by yourself jerking off. ``

Trying to ignore the brashness of my daughter 's comment, I played along and replied `` I do n't know. I 've gotten pretty expert at it through the yr. ``

She smiled at my jocularity, but made no reply other than to shoosh me off the couch and up the stairs to get fix. As I trudged up the stairs, 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 hit sure I was spear carrier clear, smooth, and fresh. If I was going to have to expend clip around the fille, then I wanted to make up my C. H. Best picture for Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroke of my male ego, and hoping at to the lowest degree one of the girls might opine I 'm hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to cognise I still got it.

So forty-five minutes later, I presented myself to my daughter for inspection, with a quick apology for taking foresightful than she gave me.

'' No trouble, '' she responded. `` You did a salutary job ! '' she noted, giving me a nimble head to toe.

'' You 're looking pretty dolled up yourself, '' I noted. She had put on arduous eyeliner ( which I find really sexy on almost adult female ), lipstick, and some other touches. She had also thrown on a very short schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edge of her hot pink bra peeking out in various locations around her chest of drawers and shoulders.

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

When I looked up, I could distinguish I had been caught looking. Trying to lay aside face, I quipped `` Headed to the Britney Spears comeback term of enlistment ? ``

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

Ouch. That was a low blow.

'' It 's piece of my surprise, '' she explained. `` I asked all the little girl to put on something supererogatory sexy tonight. ``

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt close. `` I do n't sleep with if it 's a good idea 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 hale affair. Between the visual sense my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my girl was wearing, I could feel my shaft scratch to react a picayune.

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

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

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

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

'' You were saying both Kristy 's and Amy 's name calling last night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five minutes watching you. '' Then she added with a wink, `` You 're a dirty, grime man, daddy ''

My mind was trying to get by with two different revelations at that moment. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter 's champion while masturbating, and two - that my daughter had not only walked in on me the dark before, but had stood there watching me until I had finished and opened my eye to see her standing there.

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

'' Do n't worry dad. I wo n't order my booster or mom. They 're your fantasy. savor them ! ``

I stared at her speechless.

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

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

'' Well, they do n't know it 's for you, but yeah. They agreed to it. ``

My brain was finally starting to enwrap around the reality of what was happening, and I could feel my tittup start to swell again. I was actually going to have these young fille running around my house in sexy outfit, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and gain I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My nous kept going back and forth between upheaval and guilty conscience. Trying one stopping point time to assert at to the lowest degree some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to make my counter-argument.

'' draw a blank it dad, '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` earmark '' and all, but the girls are already on their way over and I 'm holding you to your hope to help tonight. '' Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared straight at the gibbousness in my pants, causing it to tumefy a bit more. At this percentage point I was almost completely hard.

'' Besides, '' she continued, still staring at my crotch. `` I think you like the estimation. '' She looked up again. `` Now let 's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the shower and they 're on their way. '' Howard Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to top me down to the basement syndicate room where the girls would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I could n't help but chequer her little getup and question just how far she would take to deflect over for me to get a peek ...

When we walked into the family elbow room, I saw Lindsay had already set up some things in readiness. The back of our family unit room has a small squared out room/entryway field that provided outside admittance to the cellar family elbow room. Howard Lindsay had strung up a mantle as a makeshift drapery, closing off the small domain from the rest of the with child room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our family dormancy cup of tea thrown over to one English. The lounge and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide more lounging/sleeping area.

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

'' That 's where I 'll need your help, '' she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's hold back money box everyone gets here first. I want to take a leak sure no one is going to chicken out. ``

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

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

I made my way to the kitchen as Lindsay answered the front room access. Judging by the articulation, all the girls had arrived at the same time. They greeted each early loudly, which only emphasized the sudden fall in bulk when they started whispering to each other. `` Boy talk '' I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laugh break out. Just then Vachel Lindsay poked her head 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 hall to contribute the other missy downstairs.

When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some composition dental plate and towels, and gave my crotch a quick glance to micturate certain nothing was too obvious. I could n't hold back thinking about what Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a bass breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the posterior of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette whisker and prominent tote bags.

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

return my heading, I stepped into the living room and deposited everything on the table Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had moved along the side wall. Nervous and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up - but the lady friend were gone. Then I heard vocalisation behind the curtain Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had set up over the hind entering.

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

'' Do n't occupy about my dad, '' I heard Lindsay answer. `` He has plans for the Night. He wo n't even be here. ``

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

'' Pizza 's here ! '' I called out, announcing my mien. I heard a fresh good deal of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my girl poked her head out.

'' Thanks dad. '' Her nerve seemed slightly blushed. `` Anne and Elizabeth I went to change into their sleep clothes. '' She winked as she said this. I did n't recognise who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Vachel Lindsay 's unaired friends. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth I were the two giggling brunet that almost ran me over in the hallway.

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

I 'll take on I was pretty discomfited I did n't get a chance to see any of the girls in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back on a higher floor. As I walked by the bathroom, I could resist taking a quick peek through the receptive, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the miss 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 second, expecting to see scandalise screams about perverted old men, but no screams rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to retake the simulacrum in my head, but it had been so legal brief and fast that I could n't keep the characterisation 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 proceedings later, Howard Lindsay came bounding into the sustenance room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her petite skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I could n't aid noticing she was wearing thigh-highs ; another of my weaknesses. I did n't even roll in the hay my daughter owned thigh-highs.

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

'' What ? '' she asked. I told her I could get wind her talking to her champion 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 movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. `` Wait. What do you think so they wo n't bang it 's me ? ``

'' You 'll see, '' she responded, echoing her originally hope. `` Go around outside and meet me behind the curtain downstairs in an 60 minutes. ``

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

'' No, but make sure you get something to eat, wassail - and use the restroom before you come down. It 's going to be a long Nox and I do n't recognise if you 'll get a prospect for a rift ''

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

'' Just fulfill me downstairs in an 60 minutes, '' she said as she started to take the air away. `` ... and do n't bury to go around the outside of the sign. You 're not supposed to be here, retrieve ? ``

'' Yeah, yeah, yeah. I 'll see you in an hour, '' I replied blandly. Secretly though, my peculiarity was peaked. I might actually get a opportunity to see Kristy in a sexy outfit after all !



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little queasy about what Lindsay 's plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the pall. I could hear a movie performing and occasional gossip by the girls. As tempt as I was to peak out and see what was going on ( and what the girls were wearing ), I did n't want to deflower Lindsay 's surprisal. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 hour before I heard my girl differentiate her friends that she was going to get thing set up. When one her champion asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to search until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the curtain and asked if I was ready.

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

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

'' Dad ... I do n't know how to say this in a way that wo n't traumatize you, so I 'll just amount right out and say it. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Howard Lindsay, this is n't somethi ... ''

'' Just let me finish, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never cuckold on mom under formula circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or bruise any of my Friend. '' She continued, `` ... but you are a man, dad. I 'm not stupid. I know what men want. I 'm actually pretty amazed you have n't cheated on mom already. Sex once every few months probably suction, but I do n't jazz how you managed to go without for years. ``

I was still at a blocking and did n't know what to say. Was I hearing all this right ? My own daughter was trying to get me to screw on her mother, with her skillful friends ? Howard Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment 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 form of parties and plot, '' she continued. `` well-nigh of them revolve around drinking, 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 biz on forums ? My daughter wanted me to play sex games with her acquaintance ? My mind 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 nighttime goes on, if any of the girls want to see 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 attend, jot, experiment, swordplay, candy kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy 's cock as much as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The block in my mind released.

'' What the hell on earth form of site are you getting on Lindsay ! ? '' I almost yelled. `` You want me to sit in a hot seat so your protagonist can play with my tool ? ? 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 calm down or you 'll break everything. Yes, I thought about all of those matter. The girls do n't need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your head will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the lady friend about the party and they loved the idea ! We do n't have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a opportunity to see what a genuine man 's penis is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it 's kind of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they 're ready, each girl can come over and check you out - well, your penis anyways. I told them I could guarantee the person I picked would see the rules and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, sort, clean and jerk, and STD unloosen. '' She paused as she could see I had more motion to ask.

'' What about maternity ? ``

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

'' And what the infernal region did you do to that chair ? '' I asked, also pointing in the windowpane. The chair Howard Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chairman, but for one exclusion. The front center of the tooshie had been cut away. The existent sitting fate of the chair was now shaped like a large `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough side boundary to hold the chairperson together while supporting my legs - provided I keep them slightly apart. The solid matter had been crudely covered with what looked like fragile foam cushioning and a soft fabric. I could also make out four wide cartoon strip 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 relieve oneself sure your globe had way to hang so the girls can get to them too if they want. ``

My school principal started spinning as my girl made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my pounding stopcock was now poking straight out in my gasp. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay did n't make any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my stimulate state and asked her about the shoulder strap on the chair.

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

'' The shoulder strap are to help make the little girl feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in control and free to search and experiment at their own speed. If matter go like I hope and the girls get easy with everything, maybe we can take them off later. ``

I was searching my head for some logical argument to make water. My grip on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any intellect to resist further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me lilliputian to work 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 do it it 's me, and I wo n't know 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 musical theme a bit. I made you a special hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they wo n't be able to see you. ``

I felt my putz throb against my knickers when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young missy use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best supporter 's dad. Then a cerebration 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 excited, dad. Kristy told me she already masturbated twice this morning thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here. ``

That was it. My stopping point barrier of hesitation and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter.

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

'' Yay ! '' my girl cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me rightfulness on the lips, and gave me a big hug. I became all too aware 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 excrescence and said `` Let 's get that matter some of the attention he deserves. ``

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

'' time to get naked, dada ! '' Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to deplume my boxers off when one lowest detail occurred to me.

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

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

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

'' Besides, Kristy has already offered to throw a party at her star sign for me. ``

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

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

'' Right, '' I said, confirming her instruction to myself more than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slip my shorts off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a total erection.

'' Wow, dad ! '' Vachel Lindsay exclaimed. `` Mom 's an idiot for not taking advantage of that on a regular basis. '' She was now staring openly at my aching cock. `` Well let 's get you strapped in. ``

As I sat on the chair, I realized that I had even less Earth's surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the electric chair not only left room for my balls to hang freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My girl knelt down in battlefront of me and reached out for the Velcro strap. She managed to wrap the front straps around my legs without any job. However, when she leaned over to get to the back strap, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the smile on her font I had my dubiety. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an overdo show of trying to fend off accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest of drawers to my crotch as she bent over for the last strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her bureau come into touch with my member. I might have thought it was an fortuity, except that she did n't pull away. I could feel the flimsy fabric of her shirt against the rotating shaft of my cock.

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

Then it happened. Lindsay got the terminal shoulder strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the head of my bare phallus. The soft rut of her hide against mine caused my body to oppose unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her subdued material body and groaned.

'' Easy there big chief, '' my girl kidded as she stood up. `` Why do n't you pull through that for the lady friend ? ''

'' Sorry, '' I said sheepishly. I did n't know what else to say.

'' No worries, '' 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 crotch. `` Well, here we go. '' And with that, Howard Lindsay placed the hood over my head.

She was objurgate. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black material. It was no more restricting than wearing a twosome of shades. My bureau 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 figure. You ca n't talk to the girls directly - unless it 's to moan or say they 're doing a good job or something. You do n't want them to figure out who you are. ``

Then without warning, my girl reached out, took my gruelling pecker in her helping hand, gave it a flying power play, kissed me on the cheek, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the drapery to rejoin the early girls.

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

The succeeding fifteen minutes seem to require an hour. I could see indistinct whispers and laughter coming from the other side of meat of the curtain every now and then. The sentence to myself gave me a chance to really stand what was about to pass off, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Nicholas Vachel Lindsay and Kristy were both the same age and had grown up together. At one point in time along the way though, Kristy was moved up a ground level. Kristy had long, straight, light blonde hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly taller than my girl. She had the kind of body that Playboy looks for. She was petite in the waist, but had a gorgeously curved ass and magnanimous breasts that seemed too big for her slenderize frame. If they had still been printing the powder magazine, she would accept been a whorl for a centerfold. Her unripened oculus, pouty lips, and the perm look of mischief on her face made her a constant focus of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my girl, was about 5'6 '' with an acrobatic body. Her sensitive length dark blonde pilus contrasted her shiny dispirited eyes beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her wet brawny butt and legs. Her hip joint were n't as curvy as Kristy 's, but her stub was hard and protruded nicely when she wore tight dungaree and sweatpants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to instruct a very recollective time ago to get used to the way boys would look my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the cut thing I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a fledgling, just over 5', and very petite. Her father was egg white American language and her female parent was Nipponese. Amy, it seemed, got the proficient of both worlds. Her short, articulatio humeri length dim hair and late brownish oculus always drove me nuts. Her flyspeck body was elegant and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't have the bender the other two little girl had, she had just enough to tease something truly aphrodisiacal under those clothes.

The cobbler's last 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 form as my daughter, with just a bit more curve. She was also very athletic, but with lots larger breast - I guessed DD. She had just a little to a greater extent breaking ball in her rosehip, and her butt was also slightly bigger than Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any agency ! She just always seemed to take in a tiny bit more jiggle than Vachel Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black optic that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her face that, while it drove me groundless, never seemed quite an real number. Out of all the girls, I was most worry 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 earliest. The entirely matter I could say for sure about her was that she had the Lapp black middle as Ann, and she had a tiny, sexy footling bum. I came to this closing after realizing Elizabeth must birth been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her.

My mental review of the fille and their soundbox was suddenly interrupted by loud hoots and hollering. It sounded like the pic was over and the girls were ready for Howard Lindsay to pee-pee her big reveal. My hard-on went down a niggling 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 get a line the girls giggling as a hand that must sustain been Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

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

I was glad for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned undimmed red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped opened and did n't close up again for arcminute once I saw the girlfriend in their outfits. I could give been drooling and would not consume known it. While I had seen Vachel Lindsay 's little schoolgirl turnout, I was not prepared for the celestial sight that stood there in front of me at that moment.

The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the caboodle. She was definitely younger than all the other girl. Her lilliputian, petite frame of reference showed just the tenuous curve in her hips, and her small breasts were just buds. She had the Sami dark oculus as Ann however, and after a closer looking at I realized she must be Ann 's younger babe. She was wearing a pair of White cotton wool scanty that looked too little for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their limit just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic mound just sticking out on either face of the crotch material, and a very obvious font of camel-toe. Her top was a childlike bloodless t-shirt that said `` Cutie '' across the battlefront in large, pink, outlined missive, and she was wearing pink and lily-white striped knee joint socks. The overall effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.

Ann was standing side by side to Elizabeth wearing a like outfit. She had on the Lapplander T-shirt, but it seemed barely capable to bear what was underneath ; while her panty were abstemious pink and higher cut than her babe 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from arse. She had also had on articulatio genus drogue, but hers were solid white.

Next my eye travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald fleeceable sheer one-piece. She had her whisker held back with a forefront stria and was also wearing pitch-black thigh-highs. I could easily see her pocket-size, morose tit pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her branch, but I could n't take a crap out any hairsbreadth there. Either the outfit 's crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could tolerate. My cock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and look up to these gorgeous unseasoned girls.

Finally, I let my eyes settle on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung open and revealed a aphrodisiacal white bustier, matching white twine high-cut panties, and Theodore Harold White thigh-highs with perpendicular band patterned into them. A blank satin neckband with a rhomb embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my well cock and licking her lips .