[ NOTE : The followers is a work of fable originally a unretentive titillating story called Andrea and the pop Test by Galacticum which was posted on a erotic story website in the late 1990 's and which no longer is in existence. I took most of his story and changed some of the elements to an thought I had about writing an erotic version to the moving picture Blame it on Rio. I do n't want to be accused of plagiarism so in an exploit for full revelation I am giving Galacticum wide-cut credit - wherever he may be. This is entirely fictitious case. Any resemblance to factual somebody living or dead, through public figure or circumstance is purely cooccurring. ]

Rio and the Daddy Test - Magicwand version

I 'd just eat up making love to my wife Jennifer in our king-size bed. Her head on my chest, she gently sucked at my decent nipple as I stretched my arms and ramification in relaxed walking on air. For the stopping point four old age at least, I had spent each and every week-end morn at the office. This day was the rarified exclusion. Once again, my thoughts turned to the juicy personal injury resolution I 'd concluded the day before, basking in the glory of a legal job- well-done, and the nearly three quarters of a million dollar lawyer fee I had earned. But my previous legal victory was at the price of a family life or even a sex life.

My wife Jennifer and I had married while still in college. After law shoal, I had decided to risk it all and unfold my own drill. After age of contending with angry flier collectors, flaky paralegals, bitter node, objectionable judges, and tight-fisted insurance companies, I 'd finally work up my personal trauma practice into a real victor ; my multi-million dollar bill superbia and joy. Unlike many of my workfellow in the law biz, I did n't toast, I did n't tag my secretary, and I did n't speculate on long-shot investment. I 'd built my palace in the sky brick-by-heavy-brick and rightfulness now, naked in bed with my married woman for the outset Sat sunrise in age, I felt like the king himself.

When I awoke, it was darker and I the first thing that came into focusing was the beautiful brass of my fifteen year-old daughter Andrea, leaning against the door to the sleeping room, arms folded across her chest.

'' My, my, '' she said, then turned abruptly, whipping her farseeing wavy blonde haircloth as she disappeared from sight into the hallway.

Jennifer called out to her daughter as she slid off the bed to her feet, `` We 're deplorable. We did n't expect to be in bed so late. '' Jennifer skipped into her daughter 's lavatory, turned on the Inner Light and wrapped herself in a blue bath towel. I watched her through the open door, as she checked her face in the mirror and straightened her shoulder-length blond hair.

My wife pulled me out of bed, pushed me into the shower, and ordered me to put on a sport coat but no tie. She met me in the living room with my girl Andrea. Both my married woman and daughter were nicely dressed, made-up, and ready to go out.

'' Andrea, '' said my married woman, `` your Father does n't realize it yet, but he is not going to the bureau today. I know that Sunday is a normal functional day around here for the menfolk in our family. But today, and from now on, your father is going to spend every week-end with us. '' My married woman Jennifer turned to me with a big smile, `` phratry first, right ? '' as she poked my costa, prodding me toward the door.

'' Where are we going, '' I asked.

'' Brunch, '' said both of my beautiful womenfolk.

We went to an refined champagne brunch in the most expensive billet in town. After all, I could easily afford it. My married woman looked exceptionally gracious in a long lavender silk print frock. Jennifer was carrying the burden of conversation and spoke about how we each should spread ourselves to the early, as family members, now that we would be spending more time together. She said it would be hard at commencement, but we had to get into the wont of tuning-in to each other 's wave-length.

I was half tuned-out, glancing repeatedly at my beautiful xv year old daughter. Rare were the clock time in the last four years that I 'd had a chance to see her up close for more than a few momentaneous secondment. She was wearing a filmy chicken sundress this first light and her long wavy blonde hair was parted in the middle and loosely tied in back. She was demurely nibbling at a piece of bacon in her slender fingers, with downcast eyes. I had always recognized the fact that she was beautiful, more so even than her female parent. This dayspring, however, I came awake to the fact that she had blossomed into a heartbreakingly ravishing Edward Young woman.

Andrea and I had been very close throughout her puerility. Just as she had reached puberty, however, my law praxis had begun to seriously flourish and I became caught up in the heady rush of professional person success. I had barely seen her in years ; usually on my way to and from the office, catching a glimpse of her as she was heading to some school activity, to see a young man, or to go out with her skillful champion Melissa.

Andrea knew she was beautiful, as I 'm sure the dozens of boys who followed in her backwash had made authorize to her. At this exact mo, however, I awakened to such new discoveries as her flowing hair, her deep blue oculus, her smooth peel and its swoon down, from which she radiated a soft, fortunate, vaporous lulu in the warm up sunup light. Andrea 's middle flashed briefly as they met mine, then stared without expression outside toward the cheery deck of the eating place. I realized the little missy I had held on my knee and tucked into bed was now barely on speaking footing with me.

Andrea had always been my fumble little princess. Now, with me and perhaps with every Male, she had become an ice princess ; aloof, reserved, proud of her unique feminine gift of hopeless beauty. I had forgotten just how practically sexual exponent could lodge in within the dead body of a beautiful XV year old girl. 'This is my daughter ,'I reminded myself. It dawned on me that I did n't quite know how I felt about her ; nor how I ought to finger about myself in her presence : afraid, proud, excited, ashamed. Her heart met mine again and bored into me without expression. This time, she held her moist gaze for at to the lowest degree five seconds.

I told them about my future projection, a large contract bridge that required me to go to Rio de Janiero for about a week. My daughter looked let down, so did my married woman. They thought with the success from this last case I would rent some time off to reacquaint myself. That was when my wife suggested I take Andrea with me.

My read/write head was reeling from the champagne, the summer warmth, and from the toxic condition of my daughter 's front. After a moment, middle shining, Jennifer squeezed my deal in hers. `` I think you two need to get in touch modality with each other. '' What do you have to say, Andrea ? ``

'' mulct with me, '' said my daughter, shrugging her adorable shoulders.

'' I see that you and Andrea have your work cut out for you, '' said my married woman. `` I have a great idea, though. '' Looking to Andrea, she said, `` Melissa 's Dad takes his house on holiday around the same fourth dimension every summer, right ? ``

'' Mr. Carbone ? Yeah. ``

'' What if you took genus Melissa and them with you to Rio ? ``

By next hebdomad 's end, plans had changed some. genus Melissa and Andrea were reading Scripture on Rio and getting excited about the stumble. Melissa 's parents were recently divorced and it seemed like the ideal opportunity for Melissa and her dad to bond as well.

I took off early on Friday good afternoon and headed home, wondering how I felt about bringing everyone to Rio for a couple of weeks. Alex Carbone, Melissa 's Dad was an accountant in my office building. We often spent an hour a day at lunchtime working out in the gym. It was feverish exercise but it was the only affair that helped me maintain the staying power to endure my Marathon twelve-hour mean solar day in my office president and in court. I have to take on that it also left me with not a minuscule bit of self-pride, in my still youthful body, as well as in my self-discipline to maintain it. Mostly, though, on my drive home, I pondered how I would relate to my fifteen year-old daughter. What would I have to say to her ? Would she even talk to me ?

Would I get those feelings of sexual stimulation that I felt around her lately ? What could I do to overcome those inappropriate thought ? 'They are extremely incompatible, right ?'I wondered to myself, almost aloud.

As I my secretary finalized all the arrangements, we were staying at an executive retreat composed of several private villas around a resort hotel area. Each villa had two bedroom with a sofa that pulled out into a queen-sized bed.

When I arrived home, I showered and changed into jean and a park polo shirt. Within minutes, I went outside as Melissa 's Dad pulled up in his red Jeep Cherokee with the miss. They got out and I shook helping hand with Alex. He was a pare gymnastic man in his recently XXX, of Italian descent, with a great olive complexion. He had that ruggedly gloomy, craggy demeanor of a mafia hit man and I 'd often noticed the women in the gym where we worked out, looking his way. The girls were simply unconvincing and my internal part suddenly echoed a hollow 'uh-oh', as I felt myself instantly starting to palpate unfatherly smell toward both. I could barely get up the nerve to look at them, but they were dressed in very curt cut-off jeans, with halter superlative, and low-cut white sneakers without socks. Melissa had the recollective pitch-black hair and dark-skinned complexion consistent with her Mediterranean ancestry. Where Andrea was proudly distant, Melissa was exuberant. She greeted me with a big grin and a `` Hi, Mr. Tanner. '' In every former respectfulness, however, both girls were bookends of pure teenage intimate mantrap : long creamy stage, house grapefruit-sized white meat, slim waists that curved so appealingly into high, flesh out buttocks. As I placed my suitcase into the rear end of the fomite, Andrea and Melissa exited our house with other suitcases.

We boarded our flying, Alex Carbone and I sat together in business class with the two young woman behind us. They talked incessantly, their phonation often descending to a low, productive shade, barely hearable to me. Our driver met us at the airport and after an hour of highway, we were at the resort which was well hidden from a chief road and had a private beach.

The villa was very deluxe. Two passkey bedchamber were on either side of a heavy room which had a beat firepit that dominated the heart of the room with several large couch and floor pillows around it. The glass doors opened into a great balcony which had a private hot tub and a wet bar that overlooked the beach and ocean. The missy immediately declared to sleep out in the great room with the lush pillows and 65inch plasma TV.

It was mid-morning by the clip I dragged myself from one of the superking-sized beds in the way and went to the shower, admiring the massive granite firepit along the way. I thought of the daughter. When I was kid myself, I had always drooled over the girls of her age in mellow school but really had to wait until college before I encountered any real fortune with female. Maybe I was just going through some crazy unresolved highschool school arrested development. I found a handwritten note taped to the inside of the medicine console :

'Andrea and genus Melissa are waiting for us at the swimming pool. Alex'

I showered, shaved, and put on my best pair of red swimming trunks, which my wife had conveniently packed for me, along with a white-livered Hawaiian shirt and a brace of cool dark glasses. I actually felt hip and youngish, riding down in the elevator. 'This just might be fun, after all', I told myself. 'Maybe I really can use a vacation away from the old three-piece suit .'

Out at the syndicate, I looked for the girls and Alex. `` Over here, '' said Alex, emerging from the hotel eatery. `` I could n't find the girls, so I went to cause some breakfast. I was starved and I hope you do n't beware, '' he said.

I turned to him, but found my heart drawn up to the pocket billiards sphere and the bare heartshaped rear of a Cy Young girl. She turned around and to my utter shock, I saw that it was his daughter, Melissa. She smiled at me and began walking toward me, excitedly waving her hand up and down at Andrea to get up from her waiting area chair to follow. I realized suddenly that this trip was going to be anything but fun. In fact, it was going to be the biggest intellectual challenge of my total legal vocation ; keeping my growing sexual stimulus at bay in the comportment of my incredible daughter and her equally appealing lady friend. Andrea and Melissa were wearing matching flesh-coloured lash two-piece. The cause left almost nothing to the imagination : the back sides exposed their firm teenaged bottoms for all to see.

'' Those certainly are skimpy courtship, '' I said in my daughter 's direction. `` I ca n't believe this resort lets you bear them, especially being minors. ``

'' Oh Mr. Tanner, '' grinned Melissa, `` they asked us about 'em. Andrea and I have fake I.D.s. And, you know what ? They shut up when we told what villa we were staying in. Money does talk. '' The girls giggled at each former. `` Besides '' chimed in Andrea, `` it 's Rio, anything goes. ``

'' Jonathan, '' said Alex, `` I can see that these girls really need a Fatherhood 's supervision. I think this melodic theme of your married woman 's is not bad at all. Mr. tanner and I will suffer a few things to say to you both. offset, though, take off those suits and put on something more earmark for fifteen year-olds. ``

'' We 'll take them off if you want, Mr. Carbone, '' my daughter said, crossing his arms with defiance `` but we wo n't be wearing anything. Which for Rio is acceptable. '' `` Besides, we do n't have any other swimsuit, '' she offered, her nose in the air.

Alex shook his headspring at me. `` They think they 're real wild, do n't they ? ``

'' Oh Daddy, '' continued Melissa, `` we also told the hotel something else. I hope you do n't get mad. ``

'' Honey, I wo n't be mad if you march upstairs right wing now and change into something more appropriate. ``

'' Oh, all right, '' said Melissa. `` But you know what ? We kind of told them that, uh well ... ''

'' We told them that we 're your girlfriend, '' my daughter interjected, flatly interrupting her best booster. With that, the two girls pivoted around on their nude human foot and headed back to their way. I caught myself watching my daughter 's behind. Even the soles of her feet were attractive as hell. 'How am I going to get through this torture ?'said that voice inside my head. Luckily, the resort hotel catered to upscale patronage and I had a suspicion that erstwhile men with untested cleaning lady was more for par than not.

That afternoon, we tried to spend the type of 'quality fourth dimension'that my married woman had so ardently counseled to my daughter and me. We four played a little tennis, we went horseback riding along the green forest trails, and we even stopped to admire a kinsfolk of monkeys. Throughout, I was so self-aware of my unsettle smell about my daughter, that I found myself talking more to genus Melissa than to Andrea. Andrea seemed to sense this, and withdrew from me, spending More time herself with Carbone. I partnered with Melissa at tennis and later, I helped her bestride her horse. Meanwhile, Alex cracked laugh and made small talk with my girl, who seemed to fend off my eyes, every fourth dimension I tried to glint her way. Instead, she laughed at Alex'cold humor and even complimented him on his tennis plot. She also frequently touched him with her hands, to get his attention, to make a point, or to answer to his humor ; a privilege she had never accorded to me. Maybe Alex was n't aware of it, but I could certainly tell that his way of looking at my own lovely girl was every bit as vivid as my own.

After our sweaty drive, we went back to our respective chamber and showered. Alex and I were sitting out on the balcony having a drink the balcony door opened. It was genus Melissa. She was barefoot and wearing a very short silky drear robe, obviously reinvigorated out of the bath. Her hair was wet and combed straight back. She slipped inside and in a very meek petty girl 's voice addressed her Fatherhood. `` pa, can I please ask you and Mr. tanner for a big favor ? Please, oh please ? ``

'' sure enough dearest. What is it ? ``

'' Well, we were wondering. You know what Andrea and I said about telling the hotel we were your lady friend ? So they would n't say anything about our swimsuits ? ``

'' Yes, '' said her male parent flatly. `` What is it now ? '' I was already fighting back the growing tension in my stomach.

'' It would be just for fun, you know. We were wondering if you and Mr. Tanner would invite us out to dinner, not in the way, but in the nice restaurant nearby. ``

'' Yes. Go on. ``

'' And that you and Mr. sixpence would, kind of, well sort of 'pretend'we were your dinner dates. Me with Mr. Tanner ; and you, Daddy with Andrea. It would be just for fun. please ? ``

Alex looked at me and shrugged. `` I guess it ca n't ache. We got ta eat, right ? ``

'' We were also wondering, Daddy. ``

'' Yes, '' said Carbone, mildly stern.

'' If you and Mr. Tanner would order some flowers for us, like for material lady friend. ``

I could n't help noticing her pretty bare feet with pinko nail refinement and the cute way she kept rubbing one on top of the other.

'' Well, honey, this is starting to sound kind of expensive. I do n't know ... ''

'' Do n't worry about it, '' I broke in. `` I 'll just put it on my expense account. ``

'' And Daddy ? ``

'' What now, honey. ``

'' We were hoping that you and Mr. Tanner would really dress up nice. Me and Andrea have these real pretty dresses we want to wear upon and we want you guys to look sort of prissy, too.

'' Okay, honey. I guess for once we can do more of the variety of thing you girls really prefer. Is there anything else ? '' said Carbone, with a tonicity of expectant finality.

'' wellspring, papa, there is. I was wondering if, well since we 're your date and all. Sorry, 'pretend'dates. That Mr. sixpence, Jonathan, could call me Melissa and I could bid him Jonathan. If that 's okeh. '' She smiled, then bit her lower lip and shrugged her shoulders as she said this, shooting me a very quick, faint glance. `` And if Andrea could prognosticate you Al. She thinks you look like an 'Al'instead of an Alex. You know, like Al Pacino. ``

With mock aggravation, Carbone raised his middle to a massive woodwind instrument beam of the cap. `` Is that it ? Finally ? ``

'' One final affair, pop. Our frock are kind of, well sort of, you know. They 're sexy ? They 're short. Please do n't say anything. Oh, and you can pick us up in about three 60 minutes. Bye Daddy and thank you. '' She kissed her father 's cheek and skipped out, but then stuck her headland in the door one final time. `` Oh, and pappa, Andrea thinks you 're sort of cute. You are too, Mr. tanner, I mean, Jonathan. ``

Carbone turned to me, rubbing the backbone of his foreland. `` I 'm disconsolate about this, old man. What have we gotten ourselves into ? I hope it does n't set you back too often. ``

'' No problem, '' I assured him. The actual problem for me would involve the intellectual, moral, and 'yes'even legal outcome of how to act naturally in front of my ravishing daughter, when I had such growing unnatural cerebration in my heart.

Laughing and slapping me on the shoulder, Carbone interrupted my mental cross-examination saying, `` you got ta admit, though, this is kinda cute. ``

In exactly three hours, we called on the fille, with flower. The chamber room access was cracked heart-to-heart as Alex knocked. `` Are dates are here, '' sang genus Melissa 's fresh voice from within. `` seminal fluid in you guys. '' Two sets of giggles greeted us as we pushed the door give and entered. The perfume and other delicious young fille smell were thick in the air. I could already find my laurel wreath sweat, more so than I recall having on my very low date, in fact. That date was also with a fifteen year old girl in highschool school named Carrie, who was so aphrodisiac to me I could barely bring myself to utter a single word all eventide. Melissa 's description of their dresses had n't begun to report how sexy these were. They were tight, they were unforesightful at mid-thigh, and they showed cleavage. The girls wore high heel heart to match their dresses, Andrea in green and Melissa in red. Both were highly made up and their hair was styled. They each looked respective years older and were even more beautiful and sexy than before, if that was possible. I felt like a stone had hit the bottom of my stomach and was making its way into my groin.

'' Do you like it ? '' said Melissa, playing with her whisker, raising it and letting it fall, strand-by- string. `` We had it styled downstairs this afternoon. Makes us look like material babes, does n't it ? '' I could n't contain my eyes off Andrea 's vernal breasts, which were straining to give way through the sheer fabric of her green spaghetti-strap dress.

'' Melissa, I think you girls have gone a bit too far, '' said her beginner. `` What do you imagine ? '' said Carbone, turning to me.

I swallowed hard, as I said, `` we are your fathers. As your fathers, we 'll peach about this on the way back abode. For tonight, as your Church Father, we made an agreement. I guess, as your fathers, we have to adopt you beautiful girl out after all this bother. ``

'' That 's right, Daddy, '' said Andrea. `` Uh, are n't you forgetting something ? ``

'' Oh, mightily, '' I said, presenting my corsage of pinko rose to genus Melissa. `` These are for you. ``

'' For me ? That 's so sweet, Mr. Tanner, I mean : Jonathan. '' The soft, lilting way she said my first name sent a warm microseism down my entire body.

'' She can call you Jonathan, ca n't she Daddy ? ``, said my daughter, taking her bloom from Carbone.

'' daddy, are n't you going to buss Andrea on the cheek ? '' said genus Melissa to her Father-God. `` She 's your date. '' With a look of surrender, Alex bent to snog my adorable daughter 's cheek. I thought I caught her eyes flashing at me for a second.

'' Thank you, Al, red blush wine are my favorite, '' my daughter said, putting her arm around Carbone 's neck opening and giving him a tidy sum on the street corner of his mouth. In spite of his Sicilian olive complexion, Alex turned a dismal red.

'' pappa, are n't you forgetting ? '' said Melissa to her Dad, who nervously plunged his hands in his pockets.

'' Yes, uh, well, Andrea, you look very, very attractive tonight, '' said Carbone to my daughter, shifting his feet.

'' Thank you, '' said my daughter to Carbone. `` I love the way you look in that suit. '' Andrea then cleared her throat and flashed me a sordid look.

'' Right ''. `` Uh, Miss Carbone, Melissa, you look very nice tonight, '' I said.

'' Daddy, what sort of a affair to say is that ? '' my daugther said to me stridently. `` Nice ? '' `` She looks hot and she 's beautiful. She 's a hot offspring babe, pappa. Just because she 's my best friend does n't have in mind you ca n't be honest. Say it. ``

I looked apologetically at Carbone. However, right now I could refuse my daughter nothing. `` You, uh, look like a very hot young gentlewoman, Melissa. '' My daughter shook her head teacher, eyeing me with disgust, giving her arm to Carbone. I went through the ritual of bending toward genus Melissa to extend her the negotiated kiss on the cheek. However, as soon as her father 's back was turned, she planted a to the full, red-lipsticked kiss on my lips, then playfully pushed me toward the door.

'' Let 's go, '' she chirped. `` This is gon na be fun. ``

Under the moonshine, our walk from the Villa to the eating place followed a small trail through the dark-green woodland, passing a lilliputian silvery waterfall. Inside the place, the girls chose a rear booth. The mood was lovesome and quixotic, with the orange-red glow of an open-hearthed fireplace, reflected off yellow pine beams and Venetian red gaffer. Our daughter sat in the eye of our John Wilkes Booth, with the guys at the remainder. Melissa slid up next to me while Andrea did the same with Alex. The girls soon left the table and went to the restroom. When they returned, a waiter brought champagne to our table and briskly popped it open, while our daughters giggled. Alex and I then realized they had ordered it and shown their fake I.D.s. genus Melissa pleaded with her father to let her have some, telling him what they were doing was just a 'one-time fun matter'. He grudgingly gave in, as long as he controlled the pouring. Of course, I went along with anything my beautiful Andrea had in judgment. Soon, another feeding bottle was brought to the mesa, followed by yet another. We began laughing louder and telling chronicle. Alex began discussing the secretary in his accounting firm, who had carpeting burning on her knees every sentence she came from a closed-door session in his genus Bos'function. Andrea talked about one of the cheerleaders at her school being elected to pay a peculiar visit to the football coach to get him to pinch his sanction against the team 's star running back, who had been banned for drinking.

Carbone now had his arms around my daughter, showing her the Italian way to roll spaghetti on her fork. She lifted it for him to eat. He continued pouring fizzy Champagne into our ice, nearly of it into mine and his. Melissa was following to me, driving me gaga with the piano rustling auditory sensation coming from her nylon-stockinged thighs, as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

Soon, I found myself laughing into genus Melissa 's cervix and my arm around her shoulder joint. Her spirit was intoxicating. She had slue adjacent to me, crushing her right on thigh against my exit. I looked over at Andrea who was also getting very cozy with Carbone, touching his shoulder and breast repeatedly as she spoke. The female child occasionally exchanged wise and sexy little smirks. Suddenly, I felt my left hand handwriting being guided by genus Melissa onto the top of her smooth, nylon-stockinged thigh, right above the knee.

Glancing over at my lovely daughter Andrea, I noticed under the board that she had taken off her right shoe and that she was lightly grazing her groundwork along Alex 's own right calf, through the grey-headed gabardine of his suit. Carbone was still laughing and telling jokes, apparently yet unaware of the growing familiarity with which he was pressing up against my girl. Meanwhile, genus Melissa had placed her hand on mine, gently caressing it, still holding it on her speed thigh. It was perhaps the high altitude, the tidy sum air, or just the romantic stage setting, but I was starting to feel more than a bit elate. The champagne continued flowing, and the fille were encouraging their founder to make one goner after another : to Italian Republic, to the Supreme Court, to baby George Herman Ruth, to virtually every topic or joke that we had mentioned. Alex and I were doing most of the drinking by now. I was cognisant of moments of clock time slipping quickly yesteryear, with others seeming to suspend in place.

I looked over at Andrea, who was now crossing champagne glasses with Carbone, each boozing from the former 's glass. In doing so, still under Carbone 's right arm, she was now pressing her left wing knocker into his chest. I turned to Melissa, who smiled sweetly at me, sighed, and rested her headland on my shoulder. With her hand on mine, she now began to rub my hand along her upper thigh, back and forth, inching progressively upward, finally reaching to the edge of her very short-circuit attire. She whispered softly to me, `` It 's okay, Mr. sixpence, I mean Jonathan. I have dates who do a lot more than that. '' Suddenly, she pulled my hand further under her dress until it touched her panty. I breathlessly withdrew it and she grabbed it back, bringing it to her sass. She guided it to her left breast, lightly housed in the sheer cloth of her garb and bra. My mitt lingered a few minute before I pulled it away.

I looked over at my daughter and found, to my amazement, that she herself was now resting her top dog on Carbone 's shoulder joint, with her arm beneath the board in the direction of his private parts, obviously moving back and Forth River. Loud-mouthed Carbone had been silent now for a few seconds. Then, I saw my girl raise her backtalk and snog Carbone 's bureau, then propel them to his neck, grazing it. She whispered in his ear and raised her sass to him. Carbone kissed them. He broke the candy kiss and looked over at me, with a mix of excusatory superfluity and excitement in his face. Under her father 's eyes, Melissa chose that moment to kiss me on the lips, which was followed by my daughter kissing Carbone again, this time with much Thomas More fire. Melissa turned from watching her best friend kiss her forefather and reached down to my own crotch to rub it. It was at that point that I let my considerably opinion fly right out the window and I reached out to press her breast, kissing her with genuine passion. My mind ignited as she put her tongue in my rima oris and kissed me back, hard.

I realized that Carbone and I were now openly necking with each former 's fifteen class old girl, in the back booth of a public restaurant. My girl had gotten me so worked up in the death twenty-four 60 minutes, however, that I almost did n't care. After about ten hour of heated kissing and touch, Melissa dropped her bombshell on me.

'' Jonathan, '' she whispered into my ear, `` Andrea and I are on the oral contraceptive pill so it 's okay. ``

Suddenly somewhat sobered, I desperately tried to stop over myself from holding the soft, warm up, scented teenaged flesh of Melissa, but I could no more do so than stop the massive hard-on that was now tenting in my pants.

genus Melissa cupped her mitt again to my ear : `` We want both of you to take us back to the hotel and fuck us. '' She lay her foreland against my shoulder and sighed.

I glanced at my daughter, who was likewise whispering into Carbone 's ear, as if on cue.

The relaxation of our visit in the eatery was a blur. I 'm not indisputable how long we stayed, who got up first, or how I now found myself on the romantic forest itinerary that led back to the parking lot. I had my arm around Melissa and, up ahead, Carbone was wrapped around my daughter. I bent to kiss my 'date'and found my credit calling card in her teeth as she giggled. Somehow, I do n't consider the girl were as tipsy as the founder and they in fact led the way back to the villa. Carbone started singing a renowned piece from the opera La Traviata, with the girls giggling and humming in co-occurrence. In front of the door to the villa, all four of us got very quietly. Our daughters each had their principal pressed tightly against the chest of their best protagonist 's dad, who both held on tightly, stroking the girls'hair.

As we walked in, Carbone and I exchanged coup d'oeil. We were still sober enough to roll in the hay exactly what we were getting into. I could tell from his wide-eyed smell that every nerve in his body was on sharpness with a variety of disturb and yet thrilled prediction. He fumbled with his key at the lock chamber and Andrea guided his shaking hand. My arm around Melissa, I escorted her a brace paces further inside and headed toward my bedroom. She came out from my grasp.

'' No, Jonathan. We want to do it together, all four of us. ``

Melissa reached for my hand and pulled me backwards into the greatroom with Andrea and Carbone. It suddenly hit me that what I had in store for the night was watching my beautiful teenage daughter having sex in front of me, while I got it on with her best friend. As I crossed the threshold, I hesitated. 'No competition'I decided, as I thought of seeing my beautiful Andrea naked.

The little girl pushed all the pillows to the floor around the firepit. Each girl then approached the other 's father and began removing his wearing apparel. Carbone and I made no effort to protest. We were planted like two trees, stiff and brace for the storm. We lay back on the pillows on either side of the fire wearing only our underpants, leaning on our elbows.

The girls rose to face each other. They began running their fingers through each other 's hair, playing gently with it, letting it fall in strand from raise finger's breadth. They gazed fiercely into each former 's eyes and made fragile smooching motions at each early with their mouths. With absolute astonishment I watched as my beautiful young daughter and her supporter entered an erotic concert dance in which they lightly kissed, touched, and rubbed one another. They removed each other 's frock and bra. They presented each set of titties to the former and playfully rubbed their nipples together. They sensually removed each former 's high heels and garterbelts, after which they slowly peeled each other 's nylon stockings with their digit and tooth, kissing tegument as they went. I had no theme my daughter could possibly do such things. No girlfriend, not even a prostitute I had been with as a young man had ever brought me to the stimulation I now experienced.

Now wearing only their panties, the girls mashed their eubstance together, wrapped their arms and handwriting around each other 's back and head, and kissed with greater endearment than in any Graeco-Roman Hollywood heterosexual lovemaking tantrum. Then they spun and came towards us. To my surprise, Andrea came toward me, while Melissa approached her father.

'' papa, I want you to take them off, '' said Andrea, offering me her ass. `` Do it, '' she insisted, her harsh spokesperson cutting through me like steel.

genus Melissa also turned her back towards her sire. Carbone and I had already removed our underpants and both had our rooster in our paw, with very officious agendas. We immediately interrupted our acute stroking to admit our beautiful daughters. Andrea rolled her thenar across her teat as I placed my hands on the delicate elastic of her panty. I pulled the elastic straight out toward me and played with it for just a moment, stretching it and wrapping my fingers inside it, running horizontally along its length, delicately grazing the skin along Andrea 's hip joint and arse, savoring each secondment of time.

'' Well ? What are you waiting for ?, '' said my bitchy slight girl.

I pulled lightly on the fabric and inched it down. The genitals of her step-in adhered with wetness and trailed behind the rest. I gently tugged at it, which brought a soft moan from my daughter 's pharynx as it pulled at her legal tender twat anatomy. I then savored each inch of my daughter as I slowly brushed a trail down her wooden leg with her panties. Raising her fluffy golden hair with both hands and letting it cascade down across her shoulders and back, my daughter deeply sighed with content and flexed her delicate feet as she stepped out of her panties, totally au naturel. Melissa had already been depantied by her male parent and was slowly running her fingerbreadth up and down the smooth physical body of her pelvic arch and waistline, rightfulness before his eyes.

'' Thank you, papa, '' said Andrea, with sarcasm in her vocalisation. She squatted down for a moment in my lap, rubbing my penis with her house teenaged buns, before moving to her best ally. In that too legal brief instant, it was all I could do to sustain myself from raping her and coming instantly inside her, as my brainpower nearly melted. The girls met and french-kissed one last time at the edge of the bed, rubbing their savourless low-toned bellies up-and-down and sideways together and cupping their breasts into each other 's nipples.

Andrea joined Carbone on his side of the firepit and Melissa jumped onto my body, happily giggling like a short girl, with a naughty red face. She playfully pushed me into a prone perspective, still giggling, and took my penis in her deal, brushing it across the light wisps of black hairsbreadth of her girlish mound.

'' Fuck Andrea, Daddy, '' she shouted at her Father of the Church, as she guided my penis into her own cakehole. Without break whatsoever, she rode me like a little bawd. I could n't consider her sheer lack of modesty, nor that of my Andrea, who was now sucking Carbone 's cock with delight, bathing it in her saliva and making loud smacking noises that could probably wake the entire hotel.

bit later, Andrea too assumed a position astride Carbone, wildly hunching herself down onto his knockout Italian cock. He push up upwards into my beautiful Andrea like there was no tomorrow. I did the same to his small miss. Our girl made considerable interference, laughing, gasping, moaning, squealing with teenaged joy. They only had eyes for each other most of the time, their faces thrilling to the fact they were fucking each former 's Daddy. Eyes locked together, they started to make for bobbing games, sometimes hunching in unison and sometimes in counter bar to each other, shrieking with intimate pleasure. Andrea started screaming at her intimately supporter, `` I 'm gon na cum on your Daddy 's cock ! Tell him to fuck me voiceless ! Now ! Oh, yes. Melissa, your dad 's gon na give me cum. Tell him to eff me toilsome. ``

'' dad, fuck her. fuck as hard as you can, Daddy, '' genus Melissa screamed at her father. `` Oh God, I 'm gon na cum too. Fuck me, Mr. Tanner, I mean Jonathan. shag me. ``

'' Daddy, '' said my wildly bouncing girl, `` piece of ass her. Fuck her. fucking her. Fuck her. shag her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck her. '' My girl then screamed with pleasure as she kept bobbing up and down.

Never in my life had I ever needed any less encouragement to fornicate. I pounded away at Melissa, wondering if my cock would suddenly appear at the opening to her back talk. I could hear Carbone 's massive cock thudding hard and squishing, each time it hit the top of my own girl 's cunt, as she wildly impaled herself, uncaring about any permanent wrong that could leave. It was detestable and out of control. I suddenly found myself coming and thrusting my spermatozoon up into young Melissa 's squeezing and unsqueezing hole. My phallus thrilled to the acquittance and I wanted it to go on and on. Carbone was already near the end of his own exhausting cum in my Andrea, making the shoemaker's last of many deep guttural sounds in his throat. After my survive squirt, genus Melissa held my penis in place inside her as she tried to catch her breath. She cupped her vagina with one hand.

Finally, things settled down. Both girls, paused for a mo, one hand resting on the abs of their best admirer'gasping father.

'' Melissa, are you ready ? '' asked my beautiful daughter, wiping the retentive sweaty string of blonde hair from her face with her rid hand.

'' Yes, give on till I get there. ``

With that, each girl raised up from the cock that had been spearing her and immediately and desperately cupped her own teenaged bitch with her other hand. They struggled to rush along toward each other, between Carbone and myself. Carbone and I, though nearly spent from our few mad minutes of passion were craning our necks to look on, still hoping for more.

The miss immediately lay side-by-side, propped on an elbow, in opposite directions to each other, lifting their left legs straightaway into the air. With their free helping hand, they continued to cup their vaginas, retaining their treasured liquidness subject matter. When they had both settled in, each fille released her bridge player from her cunt, the other girl 's mouth poised directly above. I watched with disbelief as my beautiful Andrea lightly dabbed, then wholeheartedly plunged her sugared pink lingua into her best Friend 's vagina and began ravenously devouring the load of sperm cell I had just delivered there. At the Same sentence, with wet wagging knife, genus Melissa heartily drank down her own sire 's semen from my daughter 's pink shaven slit.

'' Oh daddy, it 's so expert, '' said Andrea between slurps. `` I love your penis juice. I love the savor of your sperm, pa. ``

'' Um-hmh, daddy, '' echoed Melissa to her own beginner, between slurps. `` Umm, this is the Charles Herbert Best penis juice in the world. ``

The little girl continued drinking from each other 's vagina, slurping, sucking, smacking their lips, making contented hums deep in their offspring throats, shutting their eyes and shivering with pleasure as they swallowed, and producing the most obscene speech sound I had ever heard as their tongues tapped noisily and wetly. When they had swallowed nigh of the wanted philosopher's stone, they slurped up the remaining succus from each other 's thigh and surrounding areas. Then, Andrea crawled onto Melissa, resting her full weight on her lady friend and french-kissed her for a few golden moments, as Melissa 's munition and wooden leg locked around my daughter. Between kisses, the two nude girls seemed to whisper nasty things into each other 's ears, over and over, as they giggled and squealed with sexual delight.

The girls rubbed their to the full bodies together, smothering their giggles with another osculation, trading the remaining juices in their mouths with the back and Forth River suction of their spit. I then watched as they rose opening the balcony door and dipped into the hot tub. They motioned for us. I staggered on shaking peg as Alex crawled toward the hottub. The girls laughed as he crawled in. For me my cock was getting hard again and it felt as if it were leading me.

I expected Melissa to score her way to me but instead my girl leaned into me, her hands on my knees.

'' pop, you 've got to seduce some Sir Thomas More phallus juice for me. I want more, '' she said insistently.

'' Andrea, what we 're doing ... ''

'' I want your juice, pop. I want it now. NOW ! '' With the crying tone of a little cunt, Andrea cut off my last ditch stand to fight the tide of events that would convert our life forever.

She squatted on my lap rubbing her pitcher's mound against my severe shaft. I tried to buss her but she avoided my sassing. I tried to touch her breasts, then caress her legs, as she tugged me towards her. She forcefully spashed my hands away from her dead body and turned around. She lifted her perfect tense round of drinks ass up over the water, giving me a lap dance. She turned facing me again putting a tit in my sass while tugging on my penis, she craned her cervix to count at it a instant, twisting it sharply back and forth. Then, she roughly jerked it down and placed it at the entrance to her pussy.

'' I want your member juice inside me, Daddy. Now. ``

I forgot all about Melissa and her Dad, although I could hear Melissa 's soft voice : `` Melissa 's pussycat wants to sample your penis juice too, Daddy. piece of ass me. '' Seconds later the air was rent by young girl screaming of delectation and the sounds of splashing water system. I was lost in my own bitchy small young woman 's pretty pink pussy, that opened up to me like a efflorescence. Andrea now had her script behind my head, her thick, golden wavy hair was draped all around her saintly face. My daughter looked proudly, almost defiantly into my eyes.

'' Squirt me, Daddy. Promise me you 'll squirt me as much as potential. ``

I was already a million Swedish mile past the point of no return. My daughter 's uplift beauty had set me on flame. I wrapped my arms underneath my girl 's berm and entered her, fully. I began thrusting happily into her tight dampness, thrilling to my flesh melting with hers. As I pumped her, I stared right into her eyes, beholding the comeliness of my girl as she offered herself up to me so brazenly. The sweet-scented delight of her pussy overtaking my senses, I now focused only on each New York minute of time as I plunged and boned into Andrea 's very core, desperately trying to fall into place completely through her, to gut her alive with my shaft. My hands cupped her ass lifting her on my pole. Each inward and outward-bound rubbing was producing the most excruciatingly delicious feeling my penis had ever known. I would never in my life be able to get enough of this agonizingly wonderful fire in my cockhead as it sank into the forbidden teenaged depths of the Eden between my daughter 's thighs.

I lifted her out of the pee, leaning her against the soft shock absorber on the edge of the tub. She soon got into the calendar method of birth control and wrapped her smooth ramification around my dorsum, trying to bewitch her breathing place between soul-shaking groan of joy, thrusting every bit of her young body back at me, with adequate force to nearly airlift me off. She repeatedly slapped the heels of her cunning understructure hard against the flesh of my tail end, forcing me into her as she thrust wildly up against me. I could n't trust her durability and power, as she rammed herself back against me, again and again and again. Suddenly, she started scratching my back and pulling my hair. Her beautiful nerve twisted in blissful agony. `` Unh, Unh. Squirt, pappa ! Unh. ass me as hard as you can. Unh. Oh, dada. NOW ! YES ! Unh. Now Daddy, squirt your succus into me. squeeze out me, Daddy. Squirt meee ! Unh. Yes. Unh. jet me ! Yes, oh yes, oh yes. Mmmmm. spirt me, Daddyyyy. ``

Andrea was cumming long and hard, violently shaking her head sideways, her deep blueish middle rolled up their sockets. Her beautiful nerve turned ruby and she gagged for breath. She was bathing my penis in her own wet honey-cum, basting my bloated cock with flood after inundation of the sweetest pussy juice. Despite the thick syrup that suddenly came gushing warmly onto my pubic haircloth and balls, her teenaged gob held me closely. The air was slurred with the rich, peppery perfume of her deepest perfume. My member was now making loud splats in her cunt. Suddenly, I felt myself fulfilling her pressing orders as spirt I did. From the intense pressure and delirious release, it felt as though a quart or more of rich succus was rushing with burning, intolerable delight from my bollock, up the tube through the underside of my penis, squirting into Andrea 's clenching and unclenching hole, jerking again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Her shattering shrieking of sexual hug drug filled my head.

Finally, I rolled off my daughter and nearly passed out. After several minutes during which I mindlessly stared at the headliner overhead. I reached for her but my hand only felt the warm consortium of fragrant cum she had produced. Suddenly, I felt a jabbing finger in my rib. It was Andrea who had picked up her jet dress and shoes.

'' cum to the bedroom, Daddy, '' said my little girl with agency. `` Well ? Move it ! '' I slowly rose and started looking for my pants.In the background, I could still get wind the urgent fuck sounds of Melissa and her beginner. `` Daddy, come on. Now ! This minute, '' she bitchily ordered. They were still in the tub, Melissa leaning over the edge while her forefather fucked her from behind. I staggered over the pillows, grabbed my shirt, and followed Andrea, who was already padding down the room in her stripped feet to the bedroom. She was still naked, pressing her dress and shoes against herself.

'' Hurry up, Daddy. ``

I quickly opened the door, my daughter came to me and threw her arms around my shank, bending upwards on the tips of her toes to snog me. We kissed softly. I could still feel the burn of the hard smacking she had given me before.

'' Carry me to bed, Daddy. ``

I tenderly lifted and carried Andrea to bed and set her gently down. She opened the natural covering and I crawled in next to her and we cuddled, nuzzled, caressed, and gently kissed awhile. Then, we heated up again and spent the side by side respective hours screwing intensively, each school term followed by brief intermissions of quiet, pinnace hugging, never leaving each former 's arms. She was beauty. She was rapture. She captured my person. Finally, her head on my pectus, Andrea spoke to me.

'' I 'm still mad at you, Daddy. ``

'' I 'm drear baby. ``

'' Very mad. ``

'' Sorry for everything. ``

'' When I was trivial, you used to love me. ``

'' I still do. ``

'' No you do n't. You 're never around when I need you. ``

'' I 'm really, really bad, baby. ``

'' You do n't even hump me anymore. ``

'' I promise you baby, I 'll expend the residue of my living trying to make it up to you. I love you, Andrea, in every way. I know it 's not saying a good deal, or something you can empathize about me, but since coming on this trip with you I have n't thought one sentence about my law practice. I love you that much. It 's like everything just emptied out of me and I became filled with you. Only you. ``

'' Does your phallus love me ? '' she said in a pouting little female child voice.

'' Yes, very much. ``

'' Well, daddy, your penis is going on trial for awhile until you pass the mental testing. The 'Daddy trial'. ``

'' I promise, honey, whatever it takes ; I 'll defecate more prison term for you. I 'll give up my practice. I 'll crawl in. I 'll change life history. We 'll go away together. Whatever you want. I just want to be near you, forever and ever. Ever and ever and ever. ``

'' well, just let your member know pop that you only get one chance at the 'Daddy test'. One probability. So do n't blow it, Daddy. ``

needle to say I delegated to the highest degree of the work to some young eager lawyers and spent about of the time with Andrea.

At the end of the workweek, just as we were getting packed to revert home, I received a phone call. It was Jennifer, my wife.

'' How was your hebdomad honey ? '' she asked.

'' Oh, we 're ok. I 'm amercement. amercement, '' I stammered.

'' Did you and Andrea have fun ? ``

'' Fun. Yes. It was okay, I guess. Well, you 'd have to ask her if she did. Do you want to babble to her ? ``

'' No, I 'm just checking in with my sweet hubby. You sound very relaxed. ``

'' How did you know we 'd be here ? ``

'' Oh, it was sort of my little plan with Andrea. ``

'' Plan ? ``

'' By the way, do you like the way she fucks ? I certainly do. ``

'' You mean, you and Andrea ... ? '' `` Yes, silly. How else do you think I 've been able to direct those longsighted, lone days and nighttime while you were engaged at the authority ? After all, I did n't want to set off cheating on you with a man. You know how oversexed I am. Anyway, now that you two are fucking, I hope that both Andrea and I can numerate on you joining us every week-end.

By the way, Andrea wants us all to go to Europe this summertime. She says it 's component of your psychometric test. Something she calls the 'Daddy mental testing'. Oh, and this wintertime she wants you to take her skiing in Aspen. Oh, and after that she wants you both to enter in fencing form. She thinks fencing is very classy. Do n't you ? And after that she wants us all to go on a reality spell of the far-famed eating place. Let 's see, she wants you to buy a sailboat so you two can teach to sail together. After that she wants us all to ...