`` howdy ? Is anyone home ? '' My daughter, Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming political party, but head had drifted. She was a next-to-last in college, but her C. H. Best friend Kristy was a older this year and would be graduating. They were making as many excuses as they could to hang out with each early as they could.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart. I have n't been able to concentrate much lately. ``

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

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

My wife was an amazing woman. She had the smarts, the sensory faculty of humor, the endless kindness ; all of it. In fact, the sole component 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 financial position and greater patience than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a intemperate burden on our already struggling intimate kinship.

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 meter a year. When Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to sleep in a crib and took up sleeping on the lounge with her. This went on for eight eld before my girl finally started sleeping in her own room. By the time she did, the terms had been done. My wife and I were never capable to quite get comfortable in the Lapp bed after all those years apart. We would cuddle for the foremost time of day or so, and then she would inevitably make a remark about being painful - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a while, we would try a quick fix here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Nicholas Vachel Lindsay catching us that matter usually ended with only one of us getting to stop, neither of us getting to finish, or her getting me so neural and worked up that I could n't stay hard. Slowly, as clip passed, we just tried LE and less.

'' Do n't you think it 's kind of weird to point out on your dad 's sex life ? '' I asked. I wanted to say that after almost four years of not having sex at all, the melodic theme of `` getting laid '' is n't exactly a naturalistic goal ; but I did n't want to dive any cryptic into this conversation than I had to.

'' Not really, '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been unfastened and dependable with each former. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in order to cry it a sex sprightliness. ``

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

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

'' Listen sweetie. I 'm glad we can all verbalize about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex lives, are two unlike things, '' I stated.

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

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

I knew that as soon as my girl had her first period, my wife 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 trust 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 early age, or maybe it was just the way Lindsay always seemed so perfunctory about the matter of sex ; but my gut told me my girl was n't completely innocent.

Lindsay was watching me, almost as if she could evidence I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a brief grin flicker across her grimace before she abruptly turned the subject back to her upcoming 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 following hebdomad, it did n't really matter. I would be the solitary agency figure around, and therefor stuck with the responsibility of trying to keep my girl and her four friends felicitous for one night.

On the lustrous English, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibility that four hot young females ( not including my girl ) might be running around in my house in their underwear this weekend. Of form my logical incline immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo pajama for some kind of lingerie thing, a bunch of vernal miss are n't going to need some forty-something twelvemonth old man like me hanging around and gawking.

Reluctantly I replied, `` indisputable sweetie. Whatever you need. ``

'' promise ? '' she insisted.

'' promise, '' I confirmed.





That night, I could n't stop thinking about my girl 's upcoming party. At first I was just dreading the fact that I would have to share a mansion with five young girls that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv side came out again and I started to marvel what the little girl would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a bunch of oversized jammies, I could n't aid but hold out hope that at least one of them would be wearing a pair of shorts that would be way too small, or maybe one of the girls would even make bold to show off some sexy lingerie ; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The intend one of the girls rigorous tooshie just peeking out from some flyspeck shorts was enough to bring in me hard, and I began masturbating to my soiled fantasy.

With my wife downstairs on her lounge, I had the way to myself and was really getting into my `` session ''. I had visual sense of bringing the girls snacks or drinks, only to obtain them lying on the story in their underclothes - tight beautiful stern barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Howard Lindsay 's best friend Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to see a movie and wigging her keister against the stumblebum in my pants. What I did n't realize was that I was now talking out loud in my illusion, encouraging the young woman by name to carry on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my opinion to Lindsay 's other friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her let on her young physical structure to me in my thinker. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost ascendance and started cumming all over my stomach and thorax. My orgasm was vivid as my body tightened and the finis of my orgasm dripped from my putz. That 's when I saw her.

Lindsay was standing in my threshold with her mouthpiece unfastened and optic extensive. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to snap up my blankets and treat myself, I kept stuttering apologies and asking why she did n't knock.

'' You left the threshold loose, '' 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.

Lindsay seemed to regain her sentiency 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 motility with her workforce. `` ... finished, '' she translated.

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

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

I lay there for a patch, recovering from the intensiveness of my coming and the electric shock of seeing my girl watching me shoot cum all over myself. There was aught to do about it now. I kept wondering how much she had seen, or even more important - how a lot had she heard ? It 's one thing for her to catch me jerking off, but another affair all together if she heard me fantasizing about her friends. I was only half aware of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really do n't recognize how aloud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking muddied to her booster in my head. These idea raced through my judgement until I eventually fell asleep.



The side by side morning, Lindsay acted like nothing happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long conference. As soon as her car was out of sight, Lindsay grabbed her crownwork 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 idle, '' I said.

'' Depends on your definition of risky, '' she replied with a sly grin. `` I have a special surprisal I want to set up for the girls, but I 'll call for your help. 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 lot of female child sitting around, watching moving picture, and talking about boys ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in thinker. Not one to worry before I have all the details though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the hurly burly list 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 way and saw me.

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

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

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

'' That does n't voice good. ``

'' Oh, I think you 'll be OK with what I have in head, '' she said, grinning again. Now I was really interest. `` I need you showered, shaved, smelling near, and ready for inspection in thirty mo. ``

'' Really 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 night before. `` ... but I need your assist to make this party special. Besides, I think you 'll enjoy this more than than lying around by yourself jerking off. ``

Trying to dismiss the brashness of my daughter 's comment, I played along and replied `` I do n't have intercourse. I 've gotten pretty good at it through the years. ``

She smiled at my joke, but made no reply other than to shoosh me off the lounge and up the stairs to get ready. 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 exhibitor either ! ``

I laughed nervously, not knowing how to answer to that jab. Even though I only had thirty bit, I took my time to make for certain I was extra clean, tranquil, and fresh. If I was going to own to drop time around the girls, then I wanted to make my best impression for Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroke of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the miss might imagine I 'm hot for an sometime man. Even if nix happened, it would still be skillful to know I still got it.

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

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

'' You 're looking pretty dolled up yourself, '' I noted. She had put on big eyeliner ( which I find really sexy on to the highest degree cleaning woman ), lipstick, and some former touches. She had also thrown on a very short-change schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbutton, but tied together, blouse. I could see boundary of her hot pink bra peeking out in various position around her chest and shoulders.

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

When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to redeem face, I quipped `` Headed to the Britney lance comeback circuit ? ``

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

Ouch. That was a low blow.

'' It 's function of my surprisal, '' she explained. `` I asked all the girls to put on something spare sexy tonight. ``

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. `` I do n't know if it 's a good estimate for me to be hanging around if that 's what you guys are planning on wearing. '' I was becoming Thomas More and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the visions my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could palpate my turncock beginning to react a footling.

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

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

'' I heard you death night, dad, '' she said simply with unholy 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 net night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five minutes watching you. '' Then she added with a winking, `` You 're a dirty, soiled man, daddy ''

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

I just stood there, wanting to say something, but thinking of nothing 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 disport watching me process all of this.

'' Do n't worry dad. I wo n't state my Friend or mom. They 're your fancy. Enjoy them ! ``

I stared at her speechless.

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

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

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

My creative thinker was finally starting to wrap around the realness of what was happening, and I could feel my cock start to well again. I was actually going to have these young girl running around my house in sexy outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already waken, and this was no pipe dream. My intellect kept going back and forth between agitation and guilt. Trying one last fourth dimension to sustain at to the lowest degree some color of a responsible adult, I started to hit my counter-argument.

'' Forget it dad, '' Howard 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 promise to assist tonight. '' Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and asterisk straight at the gibbosity in my pants, causing it to well up a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard.

'' Besides, '' she continued, still staring at my crotch. `` I think you like the thought. '' She looked up again. `` Now let 's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the shower and they 're on their way. '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to lead me down to the basement family room where the girls would be hanging out all dark. As she walked away, I could n't facilitate but check her little getup and inquire just how far she would have to turn over for me to get a peep ...

When we walked into the family way, I saw Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had already set up some things in preparation. The back of our family room has a small squared out room/entryway expanse that provided outside access to the basement family room. Howard Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the low area from the residue of the orotund elbow room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the sign of the zodiac, blanket, and a few of our kinfolk dormancy bagful thrown over to one side of meat. The lounge and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide Sir Thomas More lounging/sleeping area.

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

'' That 's where I 'll necessitate your help, '' she replied. I started to take the air back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's look till everyone gets here world-class. I want to make certain 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 door. Judging by the vox, all the girls had arrived at the same time. They greeted each early loudly, which only emphasized the sudden drop in bulk when they started whispering to each other. `` Boy talking '' 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 entrance hall to leave the other young woman downstairs.

When the pizza pie arrived, I paid for the nutrient, gathered some paper denture and towels, and gave my crotch a warm coup d'oeil to induce certainly nothing was too obvious. I could n't stop thinking about what Lindsay had said about the former girls 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 rear of the step, I was almost capsized by a speed, giggling blur of brunet hair and prominent tote bags.

'' Sorry Mr. D ! '' two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of home base, boxes, cupful, and class things I carried. I half-turned, one-half caught out of the corner of my eye, two tiny figures rush by into the lav behind me.

Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the keep room and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the side wall. Nervous and charge up, I finally allowed myself to await up - but the young woman were gone. Then I heard voices behind the drape Lindsay had set up over the back entrance.

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

'' Do n't concern about my dad, '' I heard Lindsay reply. `` He has plans 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 prognosticate not to go out so I would be here.

'' pizza 's here ! '' I called out, announcing my mien. I heard a refreshing batch of giggles coming from behind the mantle when my daughter poked her head out.

'' Thanks dad. '' Her face seemed slightly blushed. `` Anne and Elizabeth went to commute into their sleep clothes. '' She winked as she said this. I did n't know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay 's nearest protagonist. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth 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 play along.

I 'll admit I was pretty let down 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 upstairs. As I walked by the bath, I could dissent taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock chamber 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 fille had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her eyes flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second, expecting to hear offended wow about perverted old men, but no riot rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the abbreviated glimpse of a cute, small, bare butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my oral sex, but it had been so legal brief and fast that I could n't proceed the characterization clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convert myself to take another peak.About twenty transactions later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I could n't help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs ; another of my weaknesses. I did n't even recognise 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 try her talking to her friends when I took the pizza pie down.

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

'' I see, '' I responded half paying care to her and half paying attention to the movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. `` time lag. What do you mean so they wo n't know it 's me ? ``

'' You 'll see, '' she responded, echoing her earlier promise. `` 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 surely you get something to eat, drink - and use the restroom before you come down. It 's going to be a long night and I do n't sleep together if you 'll get a chance for a break ''

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

'' Just meet me downstairs in an hour, '' she said as she started to walk away. `` ... and do n't forget to go around the outside of the menage. You 're not supposed to be here, commend ? ``

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



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a picayune queasy about what Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the syndicate room behind the curtain. I could hear a movie playing and periodic comments by the girls. As lure as I was to peak out and see what was going on ( and what the girls were wearing ), I did n't want to ruin Howard Lindsay 's surprise. I kept quietly behind the drape for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her admirer that she was going to get things set up. When one her friends asked to assist, she turned down the fling and told them they were not to bet until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the drape and asked if I was ready.

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

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

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

'' Ok, '' I could secernate that as confident 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 mind, dad. I know that you and mom have n't had sex in years ... ''

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

'' Just let me finish, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never cheat on mom under normal fate. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or offend 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 suck, but I do n't know how you managed to go without for eld. ``

I was still at a cylinder block and did n't know what to say. Was I hearing all this right ? My own girl was trying to get me to cheat on her female parent, with her dependable friends ? Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to work on 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 unlike variety of company and biz, '' she continued. `` virtually 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 games on forums ? My girl wanted me to take on sex game with her acquaintance ? My psyche was still racing and my lip still was not working as my daughter continued.

'' ... and the guy sits in the chair with a tough on all nighttime. As the night goes on, if any of the young lady 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, trace, experimentation, shimmer, kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy 's dick as often as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The block in my judgement released.

'' What the hell kind of websites are you getting on Nicholas Vachel Lindsay ! ? '' I almost yelled. `` You want me to sit in a hot seat so your friends can play with my shaft ? ? 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 quiet or you 'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The lady friend do n't need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your head will be covered by the bonnet I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the idea ! We do n't induce a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a fortune to see what a real man 's penis is like without the plethora. 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 member anyways. I told them I could guarantee the person I picked would realise the pattern and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, kind, clean, and STD free. '' She paused as she could see I had more questions to ask.

'' What about pregnancy ? ``

'' I have condoms if we need them, '' she stated simply, and pointed through the door window to a small mixing stadium sitting on a mesa by the death chair she had set up. It was wide-cut of a kind of rubber. `` We collected them from assorted places '' she said, answering my next interrogative sentence before I could ask it.

'' And what the sin did you do to that chairperson ? '' I asked, also pointing in the windowpane. The chairperson Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded credit card dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chair, but for one exception. The front center field of the arse had been cut away. The actual sitting parcel of the president was now shaped like a large `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just plenty position edges to apply the electric chair together while supporting my stage - provided I keep them slightly apart. The whole thing had been crudely covered with what looked like thin foam padding and a soft fabric. I could also pull in out four wide of the mark strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat.

'' I tried to make it as comfy as I could, but I wanted to make sure your balls had room to flow so the girls can get to them too if they want. ``

My nous started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in class and my throb putz was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay did n't make any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my excited province and asked her about the straps on the chair.

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

'' The straps are to aid take in the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in ascendence and free to explore and experiment at their own speed. If things go like I hope and the female child get comfortable with everything, maybe we can take them off later. ``

I was searching my promontory for some lucid contention to make. My grip on ethics was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any cause to resist further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to ferment with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The inside information and world of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.

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

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

I felt my cock throbbing against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch out these young girls use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best protagonist 's dad. Then a mentation 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 dawning thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here. ``

That was it. My last 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 realize you a promise. ``

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

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

'' Time to get naked, dada ! '' Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to resist, but then realized at this point it would be form of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and drawers as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my bagger off when one in conclusion 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 think I was cook to let my own daughter touch me like that.

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

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

'' Besides, Kristy has already offered to shed a political 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 friends'houses. '' she laughed.

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

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

As I sat on the chairperson, 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 balls to pay heed 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 straps. She managed to wrap the front straps around my legs without any job. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my shaft making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the smile on her face I had my doubt. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated show of trying to deflect accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her dresser to my crotch as she bent over for the finally strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her chest come into contact lens with my extremity. I might stimulate thought it was an accident, except that she did n't pull away. I could feel the flimsy material of her shirt against the gibe of my cock.

'' Just ... having ... trouble ... with this ... final ... .strap ... '' Vachel Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on purpose, and I could find the rough lacing edging on her bra. If she moved any more I would be touching ...

Then it happened. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay got the last strap on with one final examination stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the forefront of my naked penis. The soft heat of her skin against mine caused my eubstance to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her gentle form and groaned.

'' Easy there big top dog, '' my daughter kidded as she stood up. `` Why do n't you lay aside that for the girls ? ''

'' 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 genitalia. `` fountainhead, here we go. '' And with that, Lindsay placed the cap over my head.

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

'' Now remember, '' Vachel 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 talk to the miss directly - unless it 's to moan or say they 're doing a good job or something. You do n't want them to enter out who you are. ``

Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my backbreaking cock in her bridge player, gave it a fast squeeze play, kissed me on the face, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the curtain to repay the other girls.

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

The next fifteen minutes seem to choose an hour. I could hear indistinct whispers and laughter coming from the former position of the drapery every now and then. The time to myself gave me a luck to really digest what was about to encounter, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Lindsay and Kristy were both the Lapplander age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, light blond hairsbreadth that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly marvellous than my daughter. She had the kind of soundbox that Corinthian looks for. She was petite in the waist, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large boob that seemed too big for her lose weight frame. If they had still been printing the cartridge clip, she would birth been a lock for a centerfold. Her green eyes, pouty rim, and the permanent look of maleficence on her face made her a ceaseless focussing of my fantasies.

Vachel Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6 '' with an athletic body. Her medium distance nighttime blonde haircloth contrasted her bright blue eyes beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight sinewy bottom and wooden leg. Her pelvis were n't as curvy as Kristy 's, but her butt was intemperate and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweatpants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to see a very long time ago to get used to the way boy would look my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the mown thing I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a starter, just over 5', and very petite. Her Padre was white American language and her mother was Nipponese. Amy, it seemed, got the best of both worlds. Her short, articulatio humeri duration black hair and late embrown optic always drove me nut case. Her petite body was refined and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't have the breaking ball the other two daughter had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes.

The last young woman I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a newbie too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Howard Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the Lapp size and build as my daughter, with just a bit more curve. She was also very athletic, but with much larger breast - I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly bigger than Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any means ! She just always seemed to have a diminutive bit more joggle than Vachel Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black middle that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her face that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite real. Out of all the young lady, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to respond to my daughter 's experiment.

The only other girl at the company was Elizabeth, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me former. The only if thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same black eyes as Ann, and she had a midget, sexy little buttocks. I came to this conclusion after realizing Elizabeth II must hold been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would induce recognized Ann if it had been her.

My mental review article of the miss and their consistence was suddenly interrupted by loud damn and hollering. It sounded like the picture show was over and the girls were ready for Lindsay to make believe her big reveal. My erection went down a piddling bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girls. The sounds of all the little girl walking across the room told me I was out of metre. I could hear the girls giggling as a hand that must make been Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

'' And now ladies, I present to you ... '' she pulled the drapery aside with exaggerated fanfare. `` The Penis ! ! ``

I was sword lily for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped open and did n't close down again for transactions once I saw the girls in their rig. I could have been drooling and would not have known it. While I had seen Lindsay 's little schoolgirl outfit, I was not prepared for the heavenly sight that stood there in front line of me at that moment.

The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the bunch. She was definitely younger than all the other girls. Her petite, midget frame showed just the flimsy curve ball in her hips, and her minuscule breast were just buds. She had the Sami calamitous center as Ann however, and after a closer spirit I realized she must be Ann 's younger sis. She was wearing a pair of albumen cotton panties that looked too small for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their limit just to get them on. I could see the border of her pubic hammock just sticking out on either side of the privates material, and a very obvious typesetter's case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white t-shirt that said `` Cutie '' across the nominal head in large, pinko, outlined varsity letter, and she was wearing pink and Andrew Dickson White striped knee socks. The overall essence of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.

Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the Saame T-shirt, but it seemed barely able to incorporate what was underneath ; while her pantie were visible radiation pink and higher cut than her babe '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 eye travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald putting surface sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a fountainhead lot and was also wearing inkiness thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dark nipples pressing against the sheer stuff. My oculus wandered down between her pegleg, but I could n't get to out any hair there. Either the turnout 's crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand. My stopcock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and look up to these gorgeous young girls.

Finally, I let my eyes locate on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung receptive and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching white lace high-cut scanty, and whitened thigh-highs with erect bar patterned into them. A blank satin choker with a diamond embedded in the centre topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my egotistical cock and licking her lips .