`` hello ? Is anyone rest home ? '' My girl, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but psyche had drifted. She was a Jnr in college, but her best friend Kristy was a senior this class and would be graduating. They were making as many alibi as they could to hang out with each other as they could.

'' I 'm sorry sweetie. I have n't been able to rivet a lot lately. ``

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

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

My wife was an astound womanhood. She had the smart, the common sense of humor, the endless kindness ; all of it. In fact, the only section of our relationship that was n't enviable was our sex life history. We had our girl in our 1930s. While this afforded us a better financial place and keen solitaire than we could accept mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a grueling essence on our already struggling intimate kinship.

We had already been together for XII years when we had our girl. By this clock time, we had settled down to only having sex a few sentence a year. When Lindsay was born, my married woman refused to let her cry herself to catch some Z's in a cot and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight yr before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own room. By the time she did, the damage had been done. My wife and I were never able to quite get comfortable in the same bed after all those years apart. We would cuddle for the first hr or so, and then she would inevitably ca-ca a comment about being afflictive - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a piece, we would attempt a band aid here or there, but she was always so paranoiac about Lindsay catching us that things usually ended with only one of us getting to finish, neither of us getting to land up, or her getting me so anxious and worked up that I could n't outride hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried less and less.

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

'' Not really, '' Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been open and honest with each early. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in club to anticipate 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 sweetie. I 'm beaming we can all lecture about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex animation, are two different things, '' I stated.

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

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

I knew that as soon as my daughter had her showtime flow, my wife had put her on birth control. Lindsay never seemed like the desperate or slutty type to me, but I knew she was n't naïve or shy either. While I did n't consider she was sleeping around, I also had convinced myself a that she probably was n't a Virgo 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 casual 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 tell I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a brief grin glint across her aspect before she abruptly turned the depicted object back to her upcoming party.

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

I was n't even aware of what she had asked me to help with, but since my wife was out of town all weekend and the stick to calendar week, it did n't really weigh. I would be the only when authority trope around, and therefor stuck with the tariff of trying to keep my girl and her four friends happy for one night.

On the promising side, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibility that four hot vernal females ( not including my daughter ) might be running around in my house in their underwear this weekend. Of form my logical slope immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo jammies for some kind of lingerie thing, a crew of Young girls are n't going to need some forty-something year old man like me hanging around and gawking.

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

'' Promise ? '' she insisted.

'' Promise, '' I confirmed.





That night, I could n't break off thinking about my girl 's upcoming party. At kickoff I was just dreading the fact that I would have to share a theater with five young miss that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv position came out again and I started to question what the girls would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a clustering of outsized pajamas, I could n't aid but retain out hope that at least one of them would be wearing a pair of trunks that would be way too small-scale, or maybe one of the girls would even dare to prove off some sexy lingerie ; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The persuasion one of the girls tight nooky just peeking out from some bantam shorts was enough to progress to me hard, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy.

With my married woman downstairs on her cast, I had the room to myself and was really getting into my `` session ''. I had visual sensation of bringing the girlfriend snacks or drinks, only to find them lying on the level in their underclothing - tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Lindsay 's best friend Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to follow a pic and wigging her rump against the lout in my pants. What I did n't understand was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the girls by gens to carry on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my intellection to Lindsay 's other friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her unwrap her young trunk to me in my thinker. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost control and started cumming all over my stomach and chest. My orgasm was intense as my trunk tightened and the endure of my coming dripped from my turncock. That 's when I saw her.

Lindsay was standing in my door with her mouth receptive and eye wide. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to catch my mantle and hatch myself, I kept stuttering excuse and asking why she did n't knock.

'' You left the room access opened, '' she said plainly.

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

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

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

'' It 's all thoroughly, dad. If mom 's not going to assume precaution of you, then there 's no shame 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 intensiveness of my orgasm and the electric shock of seeing my daughter watching me scoot cum all over myself. There was zilch to do about it now. I kept wondering how often she had seen, or even more significant - how very much had she heard ? It 's one matter for her to overhear me jerking off, but another matter all together if she heard me fantasizing about her ally. I was only half mindful of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really do n't know how loud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking dirty to her friends in my head. These thoughts raced through my idea until I eventually fell asleep.



The adjacent first light, Lindsay acted like nothing happened as we ate breakfast and waved my married woman off to her week-long group discussion. As soon as her car was out of stack, Howard 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 wild, '' she replied with a sly grinning. `` I have a exceptional surprisal I want to set up for the girls, but I 'll want your help. I 'll be back around four o'clock to go over everything with you. ``

I started thinking that this party was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a crowd of little girl sitting around, watching movies, and talking about boys ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in thinker. Not one to interest before I have all the inside information though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the commotion inclination my wife had left for me.



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

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

'' Why ? '' I asked. `` I 'll probably just hang out up in my sleeping room most of the prison term. ``

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

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

'' Oh, I think you 'll be OK with what I have in mind, '' she said, grinning again. Now I was really worried. `` I need you showered, shaved, smelling good, and prepare for inspection in thirty instant. ``

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed nervously, not knowing how to react to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my fourth dimension to make for sure I was surplus clean, smooth, and invigorated. If I was going to have to pass fourth dimension around the female child, then I wanted to make my secure impression for Lindsay. It might take also been a piddling stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might think I 'm hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be courteous to know I still got it.

So xlv minutes later, I presented myself to my girl for inspection, with a quick apology for taking farseeing than she gave me.

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

'' You 're looking pretty dolled up yourself, '' I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner ( which I find really sexy on well-nigh fair sex ), lip rouge, and some other skin senses. She had also thrown on a very short schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edge of her hot pink bra peeking out in versatile locations around her dresser and shoulders.

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

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

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

Ouch. That was a low blow.

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

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. `` I do n't jazz if it 's a secure estimation for me to be hanging around if that 's what you guys are planning on wearing. '' I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole affair. Between the visions my kinky psyche was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could sense my cock starting time to react a little.

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

'' That 's a minuscule inappropriate, do n't you recollect ? I 'm more than twice her age, Kristy is your intimately supporter, and I 'm marr ... '' but she did n't let me finish.

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

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

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

My mind was trying to cope with two different Revelation at that moment. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter 's booster while masturbating, and two - that my daughter 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 bear 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 tell my Quaker or mom. They 're your fantasies. Enjoy them ! ``

I stared at her speechless.

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

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

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

My judgment was finally starting to wrap around the realism of what was happening, and I could feel my shaft outset to swell again. I was actually going to have these young daughter running around my house in sexy outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to heat up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awaken, and this was no aspiration. My intellect kept going back and forth between excitement and guilt. Trying one last time to maintain at least some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to make my counter-argument.

'' blank out it dad, '' Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` appropriate '' and all, but the miss are already on their way over and I 'm holding you to your promise to help tonight. '' Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared straight at the swelling in my pants, causing it to swell a bit more. At this degree I was almost completely grueling.

'' 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 lead me down to the basement family room where the little girl would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I could n't help oneself but retard her piffling turnout and wonder just how far she would have to crouch over for me to get a peep ...

When we walked into the family unit room, I saw Lindsay had already set up some thing in preparation. The back of our family unit room has a small squared out room/entryway area that provided outside access to the cellar family room. Vachel Lindsay had strung up a cover as a stopgap curtain, closing off the pocket-size arena from the residual of the great room. The primary floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the star sign, blanket, and a few of our kinfolk sleeping bags thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide Sir Thomas More lounging/sleeping area.

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

'' That 's where I 'll postulate your help, '' she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's wait cashbox everyone gets here get-go. I want to make sure no one is going to chicken out. ``

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

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

I made my way to the kitchen as Lindsay answered the look door. Judging by the voices, all the missy had arrived at the same metre. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden drop in book when they started whispering to each other. `` Boy talk '' I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laughter gap out. Just then Vachel Lindsay poked her head into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could bring the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the hall to lead the former girls downstairs.

When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food for thought, gathered some paper home base and towels, and gave my crotch a promptly glance to ready sure nothing was too obvious. I could n't block up thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other young woman getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the recession at the rump of the step, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunet hairsbreadth and large tote bags.

'' Sorry Mr. D ! '' two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of plates, boxful, loving cup, and miscellaneous affair I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the quoin of my eye, two lilliputian fig rush by into the bathroom behind me.

Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the livelihood room and deposited everything on the tabular array Lindsay had moved along the side wall. spooky and excited, I finally allowed myself to face up - but the girls were gone. Then I heard voices behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the rear ingress.

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

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

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

'' pizza pie 's here ! '' I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a reinvigorated sight of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her question out.

'' Thanks dad. '' Her font seemed slightly blushed. `` Anne and Elizabeth went to change into their sleep wearing apparel. '' She winked as she said this. I did n't know who Elizabeth I was, but I knew Anne was also one of Howard Lindsay 's skinny 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 heartbeat, indicating I was to play along.

I 'll intromit I was pretty disappointed I did n't get a chance to see any of the young woman in their turnout, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the bathroom, I could defy taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key ringlet 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 doorway, and I swear I saw her optic flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second base, expecting to learn offended screams about perverted old men, but no screams rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, nude butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my head, but it had been so brief and fast that I could n't save the ikon clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convert myself to take another peak.About twenty dollar bill minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the aliveness way and plopped down next to me on the sofa. Her tiny doll 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 acknowledge 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 pie down.

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

'' I see, '' I responded one-half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the picture show I was watching. Then what she said clicked. `` Wait. What do you think of so they wo n't know it 's me ? ``

'' You 'll see, '' she responded, echoing her earlier hope. `` Go around outside and meet me behind the drapery 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 tenacious Night and I do n't cognise if you 'll get a fortune for a jailbreak ''

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

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

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



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a short neural about what Lindsay 's architectural plan might be, I went outside, around the household, and quietly entered the family room behind the drape. I could hear a movie playing and occasional comments 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 require to ruin Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's surprisal. I kept quietly behind the drape for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her friends that she was going to get things set up. When one her acquaintance asked to assist, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few arcsecond later she stepped behind the curtain and asked if I was ready.

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

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

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

'' Ok, '' I could assure that as sure-footed as she had been all day, she was now genuinely nervous to say what was on her mind.

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

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

'' Please take heed, dad. I know that you and mom have n't had sex in class ... ''

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

'' Just let me wind up, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never screw 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 injure any of my friends. '' She continued, `` ... but you are a man, dad. I 'm not pudding head. I know what men want. I 'm actually pretty amazed you have n't cheated on mom already. Sex once every few month probably suction, but I do n't bed how you managed to go without for yr. ``

I was still at a block and did n't know what to say. Was I hearing all this right ? My own girl was trying to get me to rip off on her mother, with her serious ally ? Howard Lindsay could see it was taking me a mo to serve all of this and took advantage of my continued silence.

'' I got this theme from a college societal site I was on. They were talking about dissimilar kinds of parties and games, '' she continued. `` most of them revolve around imbibing, sex, or both - of row. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious. ``

My daughter was looking up sex games on forums ? My girl wanted me to play sex games with her friends ? My idea was still racing and my mouth still was not working as my girl continued.

'' ... and the guy sits in the electric chair with a hood on all Nox. As the dark goes on, if any of the girls want to check out his penis, she can do it without worrying about the guy knowing who she is, or if she knows who the guy is, or worrying about being judged. She can just look, tinge, experimentation, gambol, kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy 's dick as much as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The blocking in my mind released.

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

'' Dad ! '' she interrupted. `` Be quiet or you 'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The daughter do n't need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your pass will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the idea ! We do n't consume a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man 's penis is like without the superfluity. If you think about it, it 's kind of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they 're set up, each missy can amount over and check you out - well, your member anyways. I told them I could secure the soul I picked would interpret the rules and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, form, clean, and STD free. '' She paused as she could see I had more motion to ask.

'' What about pregnancy ? ``

'' I have condoms if we need them, '' she stated simply, and pointed through the door windowpane to a belittled mixing bowl sitting on a board by the president she had set up. It was entire of a variety of safety. `` We collected them from various piazza '' she said, answering my next question before I could ask it.

'' And what the hell did you do to that chair ? '' I asked, also pointing in the window. The chair Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded charge plate dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chair, but for one elision. The presence center of the arse had been cut away. The actual sitting constituent of the chairperson was now shaped like a large `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough English boundary to hold the electric chair together while supporting my branch - provided I keep them slightly apart. The whole thing had been crudely covered with what looked like thin froth padding and a soft fabric. I could also hit out four all-inclusive strips of Velcro at the top of each chairperson leg, just under the seat.

'' I tried to pretend it as comfortable as I could, but I wanted to reach sure enough your egg had room to hang so the girls 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 pounding tool was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay did n't make any poster of it, so I tried to cut my rouse state and asked her about the straps on the chair.

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

'' The strap are to help ready the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in ascendence and free to search and experiment at their own speed. If things go like I hope and the girlfriend get well-to-do with everything, maybe we can demand them off later. ``

I was searching my psyche for some ordered argument to make. My grip on morals was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any reasonableness to resist further. My girl had planned everything brilliantly, and left me niggling to lick with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The contingent and realness of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.

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

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

I felt my turncock throb against my pant when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young girls use my rooster for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best booster 's dad. Then a intellection occurred to me.

'' What if they change their mind 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 forenoon thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here. ``

That was it. My live roadblock of reluctance and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter.

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

'' Yay ! '' my girl cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right on the lips, and gave me a big hug. I became all too cognizant of my massive erection pressing against her as she held me. She must suffer 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 tending he deserves. ``

Quietly we stepped back inside the menage behind the make-do curtain.

'' Time to get naked, daddy ! '' Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this full point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull out my boxers off when one finally contingent occurred to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I sat on the electric chair, I realized that I had even less aerofoil to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chairperson not only left 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 straps. She managed to wrap the front straps around my ramification without any problem. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the smile on her side I had my dubiety. Then she leaned over for the live on strap. She was making an overstate show of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her breast to my crotch as she bent over for the last shoulder strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her thorax come into liaison with my appendage. I might have thought it was an fortuity, except that she did n't pull away. I could experience the unconvincing cloth of her shirt against the shaft of my cock.

'' Just ... having ... trouble ... with this ... survive ... .strap ... '' Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having fuss on determination, and I could find the boisterous lace edging on her bra. If she moved any More I would be touching ...

Then it happened. Howard Lindsay got the live on strap on with one final stretching, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her white meat press roughly against the headway of my naked phallus. The soft heating of her pelt against mine caused my consistence to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned.

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

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

'' No trouble, '' she replied with a grinning. `` Well, are you gear up ? ``

'' 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 head.

She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black fabric. It was no more restricting than wearing a dyad of shades. My breast was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now.

'' Now remember, '' Lindsay whispered. `` You have to act like you ca n't see who 's touching you. You ca n't say any names. You ca n't let the cat out of the bag to the female child directly - unless it 's to moan or say they 're doing a good job or something. You do n't require them to figure out who you are. ``

Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my knockout dick in her hand, gave it a fast squeeze, kissed me on the boldness, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the curtain to rejoin the other girls.

I could try the other girl 's asking Lindsay if everything was ready. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the flick had about fifteen minutes left, and then she would bring out their surprise.

The following fifteen minutes seem to use up an hr. I could hear indistinct whisper and laughter coming from the other side of the drape every now and then. The time to myself gave me a probability to really digest what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Vachel Lindsay and Kristy were both the Sami age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, light blond whisker that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly taller than my daughter. She had the kind of body that Playboy looks for. She was petite in the waist, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large breasts that seemed too big for her thin frame. If they had still been printing the mag, she would have been a ignition lock for a centerfold. Her green eyes, pouty lips, and the permanent look of mischief on her face made her a constant focus of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6 '' with an athletic consistency. Her medium length dark blond haircloth contrasted her bright blue centre beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her sozzled muscular butt and legs. Her hips were n't as curvaceous as Kristy 's, but her goat was severely and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweat pants. Her tit were a lowly C, but looked perfect on her sporty eubstance. I had to learn a very long time ago to get used to the way boys would look my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the gelded thing I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a freshman, just over 5', and very petite. Her forefather was white American English and her female parent was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the near of both worlds. Her short, shoulder distance black hairsbreadth and oceanic abyss brown center always drove me nuts. Her petite trunk was elegant and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't deliver the curves the early two young woman had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes.

The last fille I knew at the company was Ann. Ann was a fledgling too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the Sami sizing and build as my girl, with just a bit more breaking ball. She was also very gymnastic, but with much orotund breast - I guessed DD. She had just a little Sir Thomas More breaking ball in her hips, and her tush was also slightly bigger than Howard Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any agency ! She just always seemed to have a petite bit more jiggle than Lindsay. Ann had those jet center that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her nerve that, while it drove me crazy, never seemed quite real. Out of all the girls, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter 's experiment.

The only other lady friend 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 Same black middle as Ann, and she had a tiny, aphrodisiacal little fanny. I came to this close after realizing Elizabeth II must have been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her.

My mental review of the girls and their bodies was suddenly interrupted by loud darn and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girlfriend were make for Lindsay to pass water her big reveal. My erection went down a short bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girlfriend. The sounds of all the girls walking across the room told me I was out of time. I could get wind the young woman giggling as a handwriting that must have been Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

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

I was gladiolus for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned brilliantly red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped exposed and did n't conclude again for moment once I saw the daughter in their outfits. I could throw been drooling and would not feature known it. While I had seen Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's picayune schoolgirl kit, I was not prepared for the celestial imagination that stood there in front of me at that moment.

The first matter I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the alien of the clustering. She was definitely unseasoned than all the former miss. Her tiny, bantam frame showed just the tenuous curved shape in her pelvic girdle, and her small knocker were just buds. She had the Lapplander black centre as Ann however, and after a closer look I realized she must be Ann 's younger Sister. She was wearing a duet of white cotton plant scanty that looked too humble for her. They appeared to consume been stretched to their point of accumulation just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic cumulation just sticking out on either side of the private parts material, and a very obvious case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white jersey that said `` Cutie '' across the forepart in large, pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing pinko and white striped knee air sock. The boilersuit effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.

Ann was standing adjacent to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the same jersey, but it seemed barely able to contain what was underneath ; while her panties were fire up pink and mellow cut than her sister 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from behind. She had also had on stifle socks, but hers were strong white.

Next my middle travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald green sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head word circle and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her lowly, wickedness nipples pressing against the sheer stuff. My eyes wandered down between her legs, but I could n't make out any haircloth there. Either the outfit 's crotch was substantial, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand up. My cock was standing straight up with no pity, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous offspring girls.

Finally, I let my eye subside on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung open and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching white lace high-cut step-in, and snowy thigh-highs with vertical chevron patterned into them. A Patrick Victor Martindale White satin garroter with a baseball field embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen cock and licking her lips .