`` howdy ? Is anyone home ? '' My daughter, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her coming party, but nous had drifted. She was a third-year in college, but her best friend Kristy was a aged this year and would be graduating. They were making as many excuses as they could to fall out with each other as they could.

'' I 'm good-for-naught steady. I have n't been able to concentrate lots lately. ``

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

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

My married woman was an mystify woman. She had the smarts, the horse sense of humor, the eternal benignity ; all of it. In fact, the alone share of our family relationship that was n't enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our 30. While this afforded us a better financial place and expectant patience than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a sullen incumbrance on our already struggling intimate human relationship.

We had already been together for twelve yr when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few times a year. When Nicholas Vachel Lindsay was born, my married woman refused to let her cry herself to sleep in a cot and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight days before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own way. By the time she did, the damage had been done. My married woman and I were never able to quite get comfortable in the same bed after all those old age apart. We would cuddle for the first 60 minutes or so, and then she would inevitably make a comment about being sore - and go sleep on the sofa again. Every once in a while, we would attempt a band aid here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Vachel Lindsay catching us that thing usually ended with lonesome one of us getting to finish, neither of us getting to finish, or her getting me so anxious and worked up that I could n't stay hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried less and less.

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

'' Not really, '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been spread and good with each other. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in order to hollo it a sex life. ``

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

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

'' Listen steady. I 'm glad we can all utter about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex animation, are two unlike things, '' I stated.

'' Whatever. I 'm just saying that maybe if you got laid, you would n't seem so run down and jade all the meter. You know, put some excitation back in your aliveness. Get the profligate flow ! ``

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

I knew that as soon as my daughter had her first period, my wife had put her on birth command. Vachel Lindsay never seemed like the desperate or slutty eccentric to me, but I knew she was n't naïve or shy either. While I did n't believe she was sleeping around, I also had convinced myself a that she probably was n't a Virgo the Virgin anymore either. Maybe this was because I had lost my virginity at such an early age, or maybe it was just the way Howard Lindsay always seemed so occasional about the topic of sex ; but my guts told me my girl was n't completely innocent.

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

'' I really want this to be pure dad. Please say you 'll facilitate. ''

I was n't even mindful of what she had asked me to help with, but since my wife was out of townsfolk all weekend and the following week, it did n't really matter. I would be the only office figure around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to keep my girl and her four acquaintance happy for one night.

On the bright position, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibleness that four hot Loretta Young females ( not including my girl ) might be running around in my theatre in their underclothing this weekend. Of course my lucid English immediately stepped in to prompt myself that even if they decided to forgo pyjama for some kind of lingerie thing, a gang of unseasoned girls are n't going to want some forty-something year old man like me hanging around and gawking.

Reluctantly I replied, `` certain sweetheart. Whatever you need. ``

'' Promise ? '' she insisted.

'' Promise, '' I confirmed.





That night, I could n't stop thinking about my daughter 's upcoming party. At first off I was just dreading the fact that I would have to part a house with five young girls that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv side came out again and I started to wonder what the girls would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a bunch of oversized pajamas, I could n't help but halt 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 intimate apparel ; or at least a tee shirt with just some step-in. The thought one of the girls fuddled ass just peeking out from some midget shorts was enough to take in me hard, and I began masturbating to my ill-gotten fantasy.

With my married woman downstairs on her redact, I had the room to myself and was really getting into my `` session ''. I had visual sense of bringing the female child snacks or drinks, only to recover them lying on the floor in their underclothing - tight beautiful buns barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Lindsay 's respectable Quaker Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to watch a movie and wigging her butt against the lout in my pants. What I did n't pull in was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the girls by name to pack on with their comb-out. I was jerking even faster as I turned my sentiment to Lindsay 's other admirer, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her youth organic structure to me in my head. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost control and started cumming all over my stomach and pectus. My sexual climax was acute as my body tightened and the go of my orgasm dripped from my tool. That 's when I saw her.

Vachel Lindsay was standing in my threshold with her oral fissure open and eyes wide. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to snaffle my blankets and cover myself, I kept stuttering apology and asking why she did n't knock.

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

'' I 'm so no-good Lindsay. You should n't have seen that. I was just ... just ... '' but I could n't finish.

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

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

'' It 's all good, dad. If mom 's not going to take care of you, then there 's no disgrace 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 while, recovering from the chroma of my orgasm and the electric shock of seeing my daughter watching me dash cum all over myself. There was nothing to do about it now. I kept wondering how a lot she had seen, or even more important - how lots had she heard ? It 's one matter for her to catch me jerking off, but another affair all together if she heard me fantasizing about her acquaintance. I was only one-half cognisant of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really do n't know how meretricious I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking unsporting to her ally in my foreland. These thoughts raced through my mind until I eventually fell asleep.



The succeeding good morning, Lindsay acted like null happened as we ate breakfast and waved my married woman off to her week-long conference. As soon as her car was out of mountain, Vachel Lindsay grabbed her crown and purse.

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

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

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

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

I started thinking that this party was more co-ordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a bunch of girls sitting around, watching movies, and talking about male child ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in mind. Not one to worry before I have all the inside information though, I shrugged my shoulder and began working on the flutter list my married woman had left for me.



At almost exactly four o'clock, Lindsay came through the threshold. I had just finished cleaning the garage and sat down to loosen up when she walked into the sustenance elbow room and saw me.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, I think you 'll be OK with what I have in head, '' she said, grinning again. Now I was really occupy. `` I need you showered, shaved, smelling good, and ready for review in thirty proceedings. ``

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

'' I 'll be you were, '' she teased, and I knew she was referring to the Nox before. `` ... but I need your help to attain this party special. Besides, I think you 'll revel this Thomas More than lying around by yourself jerking off. ``

Trying to discount the brashness of my girl 's comment, I played along and replied `` I do n't acknowledge. I 've gotten pretty good at it through the geezerhood. ``

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

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

I laughed nervously, not knowing how to reply to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minute of arc, I took my meter to nominate sure I was extra clean-living, shine, and fresh. If I was going to stimulate to pass time around the girls, then I wanted to give my best impression for Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. It might take in also been a petty stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might think I 'm hot for an elder man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be squeamish to know I still got it.

So xlv hour later, I presented myself to my daughter for inspection, with a nimble apology for taking long than she gave me.

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

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

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

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

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

Ouch. That was a low blow.

'' It 's persona of my surprise, '' she explained. `` I asked all the girls to put on something extra sexy tonight. ``

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. `` I do n't know if it 's a good approximation for me to be hanging around if that 's what you guys are planning on wearing. '' I was becoming more than and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the imagination my distorted mind was creating and the kit my daughter was wearing, I could find my cock scratch to react a little.

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

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

'' I heard you last Nox, dad, '' she said simply with sinful smiling. 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 finis night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five bit watching you. '' Then she added with a wink, `` You 're a dirty, dirty man, daddy ''

My brain was trying to contend with two different divine revelation at that instant. 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 eye 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 deliver with my daughter. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed amused watching me process all of this.

'' Do n't worry dad. I wo n't evidence my ally or mom. They 're your illusion. revel them ! ``

I stared at her speechless.

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

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

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

My mind was finally starting to wrap up around the world of what was happening, and I could sense my cock commencement to tumesce again. I was actually going to have these young girls running around my household in aphrodisiac turnout, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and recognize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My intellect kept going back and Forth between agitation and guilt. Trying one last time to asseverate at least some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to pretend my counter-argument.

'' leave it dad, '' Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` reserve '' 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 stared straightaway at the bulge in my gasp, causing it to swell a bit more. At this point I was almost completely severely.

'' Besides, '' she continued, still staring at my crotch. `` I think you like the idea. '' She looked up again. `` Now let 's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the exhibitioner and they 're on their way. '' Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to conduct me down to the basement family room where the female child would be hanging out all Night. As she walked away, I could n't assist but break her little outfit and marvel just how far she would get to bend over for me to get a peek ...

When we walked into the class way, I saw Lindsay had already set up some affair in readying. The back of our family elbow room has a low squared out room/entryway area that provided outside access to the basement kin elbow room. Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift drape, closing off the small area from the rest of the large room. The main trading floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the family, blankets, and a few of our family quiescence udder thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide more lounging/sleeping area.

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

'' That 's where I 'll postulate your avail, '' she replied. I started to take the air back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's await trough everyone gets here first. I want to do indisputable 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 Vachel Lindsay answered the front threshold. Judging by the voices, all the girls had arrived at the like time. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden drop in volume when they started whispering to each other. `` Boy public lecture '' I thought to myself before hearing a loud fusillade of laughter respite out. Just then Lindsay poked her chief into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could take the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the foyer to conduce the early girls downstairs.

When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper collection plate and towels, and gave my genitals a promptly glance to reach indisputable zippo was too obvious. I could n't stop thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other fille getting dressed up too. Taking a recondite breathing space, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the nook at the tail end of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunet pilus and gravid tote bags.

'' Sorry Mr. D ! '' two voices exclaimed from behind my deal of plates, loge, cups, and assorted things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the turning point of my eye, two tiny figures rush by into the john behind me.

Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the sustenance room and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the face wall. Nervous and agitate, I finally allowed myself to see up - but the girls were gone. Then I heard phonation behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the back entrance.

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

'' Do n't worry 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 promise not to go out so I would be here.

'' pizza 's here ! '' I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh deal of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my girl poked her promontory out.

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

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

I 'll intromit I was pretty disappointed I did n't get a chance to see any of the lady friend in their rig, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teen and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the bathroom, I could resist taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girls had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her eyes glint towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second, expecting to hear offended screams about depraved old men, but no shrieking rang out. Once my split second slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest coup d'oeil of a cute, diminished, nude butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to retake the effigy in my head, but it had been so brief and fast that I could n't celebrate the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the steps before I could win over myself to take another peak.About twenty second later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down future to me on the sofa. Her tiny chick 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 cognize 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 hear her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down.

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

'' I see, '' I responded half paying attention to her and half paying aid to the motion-picture show I was watching. Then what she said clicked. `` delay. What do you entail so they wo n't be intimate it 's me ? ``

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

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

'' No, but make sure 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 know if you 'll get a chance for a break ''

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

'' Just gather me downstairs in an time of day, '' she said as she started to walk away. `` ... and do n't forget to go around the outside of the household. You 're not supposed to be here, think ? ``

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



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little flighty about what Vachel Lindsay 's plan might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the folk room behind the curtain. I could hear a pic playing and occasional scuttlebutt by the girls. As tempted 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 curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her friends that she was going to get things set up. When one her friends asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the pall and asked if I was ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Just let me finish, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never cheat on mom under normal circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or ache any of my admirer. '' 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 calendar month probably sucks, but I do n't fuck how you managed to go without for years. ``

I was still at a mental block and did n't sleep together what to say. Was I hearing all this rightfield ? My own girl was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her best friends ? Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to process all of this and took reward of my stay on silence.

'' I got this idea from a college sociable site I was on. They were talking about different kind of parties and game, '' she continued. `` Most of them revolve around boozing, 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 game on forums ? My daughter wanted me to dally sex games with her champion ? My mind was still racing and my sassing still was not working as my girl continued.

'' ... and the guy sits in the chair with a exhaust hood on all night. As the night goes on, if any of the young woman want to crack 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 front, touch, experiment, play, osculation, suck, or even fuck the guy 's shaft as much as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The stoppage in my mind released.

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

'' Dad ! '' she interrupted. `` Be tranquillise or you 'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The female child do n't need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your school principal will be covered by the tough I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the idea ! We do n't give birth a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man 's member is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it 's kind of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they 're make, each girl can occur over and check you out - well, your penis anyways. I told them I could insure the someone I picked would realise the rules and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be affected role, form, 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 pocket-size admixture bowl sitting on a table by the death chair she had set up. It was full phase of the moon of a variety of safe. `` We collected them from various billet '' she said, answering my next question before I could ask it.

'' And what the pit did you do to that chair ? '' I asked, also pointing in the window. The hot seat Nicholas Vachel Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining hot seat. It appeared to be a rule chair, but for one exclusion. The front nitty-gritty of the can had been cut away. The factual sitting parcel of the death chair was now shaped like a large `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough face edge to concur the professorship together while supporting my branch - provided I keep them slightly apart. The unscathed thing had been crudely covered with what looked like thin froth cushioning and a soft cloth. I could also take a shit out four panoptic slip of Velcro at the top of each chairperson leg, just under the seat.

'' I tried to hold it as well-off as I could, but I wanted to nominate certain your balls had room to cling so the young woman can get to them too if they want. ``

My head started spinning as my daughter made this shoemaker's last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my throbbing dick was now poking straight out in my pant. Lindsay did n't make any notice of it, so I tried to push aside my excited state and asked her about the straps on the chair.

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

'' The straps are to help make the miss feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in controller and free to explore and experiment at their own speed. If matter go like I hope and the girls get comfortable with everything, maybe we can hold them off later. ``

I was searching my head for some coherent argumentation to work. My clutch on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any intellect to fend further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details and realness of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.

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

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

I felt my cock throb against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young girls use my stopcock for their own curiosity and delight, without them knowing I was really their unspoiled friend 's dad. Then a thought occurred to me.

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

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

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

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

'' Yay ! '' my girl cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right wing on the back talk, and gave me a big hug. I became all too aware of my massive erecting pressing against her as she held me. She must have felt it to, because when she let go she looked directly down at my bulge and said `` Let 's get that thing some of the care he deserves. ``

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

'' Time to get nude, daddy ! '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay said with ebullience. I was about to protest, but then realized at this head it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my boxers off when one last detail occurred to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Right, '' I said, confirming her statement to myself to a greater extent than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slue my boxers off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a full erection.

'' Wow, dad ! '' Lindsay exclaimed. `` Mom 's an moron for not taking vantage of that on a regular foundation. '' She was now staring openly at my aching dick. `` fountainhead let 's get you strapped in. ``

As I sat on the chairman, 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 elbow room for my balls to hang freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro strap. She managed to wrap the social movement straps around my legs without any trouble. However, when she leaned over to get to the backwards strap, her arm brushed against my putz making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the smile on her aspect I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated appearance of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest to my privates as she bent over for the hold up strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her thorax come into contact with my member. I might take in thought it was an accident, except that she did n't pull away. I could feel the flimsy material of her shirt against the irradiation of my cock.

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

Then it happened. Howard Lindsay got the final stage strap on with one final examination stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the head of my naked penis. The flabby heating plant of her hide against mine caused my physical structure to respond unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft shape and groaned.

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

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

'' No worries, '' she replied with a grinning. `` Well, are you ready ? ``

'' As ready as I can be. ``

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

She was adjust. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its blackamoor material. It was no more restricting than wearing a pair of shades. My chest of drawers was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now.

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

Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my hard stopcock in her paw, gave it a flying squeeze, kissed me on the buttock, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the curtain to rejoin the other girls.

I could get a line the other lady friend 's asking Lindsay if everything was ready. Lindsay assured them everything was going to design. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the movie had about fifteen minutes left, and then she would unveil their surprise.

The next fifteen minutes seem to contract an 60 minutes. I could hear indistinct whispers and laughter coming from the other side of the drapery every now and then. The time to myself gave me a hazard to really stick out what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Lindsay and Kristy were both the Saame age and had grown up together. At one stage along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, alight blonde hair's-breadth that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly taller than my girl. She had the kind of body that man-about-town looks for. She was petite in the shank, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large breasts that seemed too big for her thin frame of reference. If they had still been printing the magazine, she would have been a ignition lock for a centrefold. Her green oculus, pouty lips, and the permanent expression of roguishness on her face made her a changeless focussing of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6 '' with an athletic organic structure. Her mass medium length darkness blonde hair contrasted her bright down eyes beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight muscular butt and pegleg. Her hips were n't as curvy as Kristy 's, but her target was tough and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweatpants. Her white meat were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to learn a very long fourth dimension ago to get used to the way boys would look my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the cutest matter I had ever seen in my life-time. Amy was a freshman, just over 5', and very diminutive. Her father was white American and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the best of both human beings. Her short, articulatio humeri distance smutty hair and deep John Brown eyes always drive me junkie. Her petite consistency was refined and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't throw the breaking ball the other two daughter had, she had just enough to tease apart something truly aphrodisiac under those clothes.

The last daughter I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in schooling, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the same size and physique as my girl, with just a bit more curved shape. She was also very athletic, but with practically bombastic boob - I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly self-aggrandizing than Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any means ! She just always seemed to have a tiny bit more jiggle than Lindsay. Ann had those pitchy optic that I have always loved, and a seductive pureness in her boldness that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite real. Out of all the girls, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to respond to my girl 's experiment.

The only other girl at the party was Elizabeth, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me earlier. The only thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the Sami blacken eyes as Ann, and she had a tiny, sexy little butt. I came to this conclusion after realizing Elizabeth must stimulate been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her.

My genial recap of the miss and their consistency was suddenly interrupted by meretricious hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girls were cook for Nicholas Vachel Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erecting went down a little bit with restiveness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girls. The audio of all the girls walking across the room told me I was out of time. I could learn the girls giggling as a hand that must have been Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

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

I was glad for the hood at that consequence. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped open and did n't close down again for minutes once I saw the girls in their kit. I could throw been drooling and would not bear known it. While I had seen Vachel Lindsay 's little schoolgirl kit, I was not prepared for the heavenly visual modality that stood there in front of me at that moment.

The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth I, as she was the stranger of the bunch. She was definitely untested than all the early missy. Her tiny, lilliputian frame showed just the slightest curved shape in her hips, and her small breasts were just buds. She had the same black eyes as Ann however, and after a closer facial expression I realized she must be Ann 's younger sister. She was wearing a pair of bloodless cotton wool 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 edges of her pubic hill just sticking out on either side of the genitalia textile, and a very obvious case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white t-shirt that said `` Cutie '' across the front in tumid, pinko, outlined letters, and she was wearing pink and white striped knee air-sleeve. The boilers suit effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.

Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the Same t-shirt, but it seemed barely able-bodied to comprise what was underneath ; while her pantie were light pinko and higher cut than her Sister 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from behind. She had also had on articulatio genus socks, but hers were solid state white.

Next my eyes travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald green sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head band and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her diminished, sullen nipples pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her leg, but I could n't make out any hair there. Either the getup 's crotch was self-colored, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could fend. My turncock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous Young girls.

Finally, I let my eyes resolve on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung unresolved and revealed a sexy Caucasian bustier, matching Edward White lace high-cut scanty, and egg white thigh-highs with perpendicular banding patterned into them. A white satin choker with a rhomb embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen cock and licking her sass .