`` hi ? Is anyone home ? '' My girl, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but judgement had drifted. She was a junior in college, but her best friend Kristy was a senior this year and would be graduating. They were making as many excuses as they could to pay heed out with each other as they could.

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

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

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

My wife was an flummox fair sex. She had the smart, the sense of humor, the endless benignity ; all of it. In fact, the entirely part of our relationship that was n't enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our 30. While this afforded us a better fiscal post and greater patience than we could hold mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a laboured burden on our already struggling intimate kinship.

We had already been together for dozen long time when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few meter a year. When Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to catch some Z's in a cribbage and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight years before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own room. By the prison term she did, the terms had been done. My wife and I were never capable to quite get well-to-do in the same bed after all those long time apart. We would nuzzle for the first off hour or so, and then she would inevitably wee a input about being sensitive - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a while, we would undertake a quickie here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Lindsay catching us that things usually ended with only one of us getting to wind up, neither of us getting to stop, or her getting me so unquiet and worked up that I could n't last out hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried less and less.

'' Do n't you think it 's kind of Weird to comment on your dad 's sex liveliness ? '' 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 realistic goal ; but I did n't want to plunk any deeper into this conversation than I had to.

'' Not really, '' Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been open and reliable with each other. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in club to prognosticate it a sex life. ``

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

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

'' Listen sweetie. I 'm sword lily we can all talk about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex lives, are two different things, '' I stated.

'' Whatever. I 'm just saying that maybe if you got laid, you would n't seem so run down and fatigue all the meter. You know, put some hullabaloo back in your life. Get the ancestry flowing ! ``

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

I knew that as soon as my daughter had her number 1 period, my wife had put her on birth mastery. Nicholas Vachel 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 think she was sleeping around, I also had convinced myself a that she probably was n't a virgin anymore either. Maybe this was because I had lost my virginity at such an too soon 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 daughter 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 legal brief grin flutter across her face before she abruptly turned the subject back to her upcoming party.

'' I really want this to be complete dad. Please say you 'll assist. ''

I was n't even aware of what she had asked me to help with, but since my married woman was out of township all weekend and the pursual calendar week, it did n't really matter. I would be the only self-assurance anatomy around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to keep my daughter and her four friends felicitous for one night.

On the shining side, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possible action that four hot Whitney Moore Young Jr. females ( not including my daughter ) might be running around in my house in their underclothes this weekend. Of course of study my logical slope immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo pajamas for some kind of lingerie affair, a crowd of unseasoned girls are n't going to want some forty-something yr old man like me hanging around and gawking.

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

'' Promise ? '' she insisted.

'' hope, '' I confirmed.





That night, I could n't stop thinking about my girl 's upcoming political party. At first-class honours degree I was just dreading the fact that I would accept to share a mansion with five young little girl 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 caboodle of outsize pajamas, I could n't help but hold out Hope that at least one of them would be wearing a pair of drawers that would be way too lowly, or maybe one of the miss would even make bold to evidence off some sexy intimate apparel ; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The sentiment one of the girls tight screw just peeking out from some tiny boxers was enough to defecate me hard, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy.

With my wife downstairs on her couch, I had the elbow room to myself and was really getting into my `` session ''. I had visions of bringing the female child snack or drinks, only to retrieve them lying on the floor in their underclothes - tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Lindsay 's best Quaker Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to learn a motion picture and wigging her butt against the lout in my pants. What I did n't realize was that I was now talking out loud in my illusion, encouraging the girls by public figure to deport on with their ribbing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my cerebration to Lindsay 's early friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her let out her young body to me in my mind. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost restraint and started cumming all over my tummy and chest. My orgasm was acute as my body tightened and the finally of my orgasm dripped from my putz. That 's when I saw her.

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

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

'' I 'm so sorry Lindsay. You should n't birth 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 next thing I know you were, um ... you know, '' and she made a crop-dusting question with her mitt. `` ... finished, '' she translated.

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

'' It 's all in effect, dad. If mom 's not going to take caution of you, then there 's no ignominy 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 spell, recovering from the vividness of my sexual climax and the shock of seeing my daughter watching me burgeon forth cum all over myself. There was nada to do about it now. I kept wondering how much she had seen, or even more important - how practically had she heard ? It 's one thing for her to catch me jerking off, but another thing all together if she heard me fantasizing about her friends. I was only half aware of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really do n't know how loud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking cheating to her friends in my head. These thoughts raced through my psyche until I eventually fell asleep.



The adjacent morning, Nicholas Vachel Lindsay acted like nothing happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long conference. As soon as her car was out of stack, Lindsay grabbed her jacket 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 untamed, '' I said.

'' Depends on your definition of fantastic, '' she replied with a sly grin. `` I have a extra 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 company was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a bunch of female child sitting around, watching movies, and talking about male child ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in brain. Not one to worry before I have all the point though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the to-do inclination my married woman had left for me.



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

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

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

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

'' That does n't sound well. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty min, I took my time to make sure I was spare clean, bland, and impertinent. If I was going to cause to spend time around the girlfriend, then I wanted to get to my best impression for Lindsay. It might give also been a lilliputian 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 gracious to acknowledge I still got it.

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

'' No problem, '' she responded. `` You did a full job ! '' she noted, giving me a spry school principal to toe.

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

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

When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to economise typeface, I quipped `` Headed to the Britney gig comeback tour ? ``

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

Ouch. That was a low blow.

'' It 's part of my surprise, '' she explained. `` I asked all the young lady to put on something duplicate sexy tonight. ``

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt airless. `` I do n't sleep with if it 's a well melodic theme 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 unanimous matter. Between the visions my twisted judgement was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could feel my cock offset to respond a little.

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

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

'' I heard you last dark, 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 finale night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five mo watching you. '' Then she added with a wink, `` You 're a dirty, dirty man, daddy ''

My mind was trying to cope with two different revelations at that minute. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter 's admirer while masturbating, and two - that my daughter had not only walked in on me the Night 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 have with my girl. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed amused watching me process all of this.

'' Do n't worry dad. I wo n't tell my acquaintance or mom. They 're your fancy. 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 primp up like that ? '' I asked back incredulously.

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

My head was finally starting to wrap around the world of what was happening, and I could palpate my cock get-go to intumesce again. I was actually going to have these young young lady running around my house in sexy outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to waken up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My mind kept going back and forth between hullabaloo and guilt. Trying one last time to maintain at least some semblance of a creditworthy adult, I started to make my counter-argument.

'' block it dad, '' Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` set aside '' and all, but the girls are already on their way over and I 'm holding you to your promise to facilitate tonight. '' Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared heterosexual person at the bulge in my pants, causing it to puff up a bit more. At this full point I was almost completely hard.

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

When we walked into the family room, I saw Lindsay had already set up some thing in grooming. The backbone of our sept room has a small squared out room/entryway area that provided remote access to the basement family room. Lindsay had strung up a mantle as a makeshift mantle, closing off the small-scale sphere from the repose of the gravid room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our home dormancy dish 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 care of down here. What 's up with the mantle hanging in the vertebral column ? '' I asked.

'' That 's where I 'll require your helper, '' she replied. I started to take the air back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's waitress till everyone gets here start. I want to form certain no one is going to chicken out. ``

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

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

I made my way to the kitchen as Nicholas Vachel Lindsay answered the front door. Judging by the vocalism, all the young woman had arrived at the same time. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden bead in volume when they started whispering to each former. `` Boy talk '' I thought to myself before hearing a loud flare-up of laughter break out. Just then Lindsay poked her head into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could land the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the foyer to conduce the other girls downstairs.

When the pizza arrived, I paid for the nutrient, gathered some newspaper plates and towels, and gave my crotch a quick coup d'oeil to stool surely zip was too obvious. I could n't halt thinking about what Howard Lindsay had said about the early fille getting dressed up too. Taking a thick breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the keister of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a hurrying, giggling blur of brunette whisker and bombastic carryall bags.

'' Sorry Mr. D ! '' two part exclaimed from behind my plenty of plates, boxwood, cup, and assorted thing I carried. I half-turned, one-half caught out of the niche of my eye, two petite figures rush by into the bathroom behind me.

return my bearings, I stepped into the living way and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the incline paries. neural and excited, I finally allowed myself to bet up - but the girlfriend were gone. Then I heard voices behind the pall Lindsay had set up over the back incoming.

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

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

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

'' pizza pie 's here ! '' I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh good deal of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her oral sex out.

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

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

I 'll admit I was pretty let down I did n't get a opportunity to see any of the girls in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a adolescent and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the john, I could protest taking a agile 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 threshold, and I swear I saw her eyes flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a 2nd, expecting to hear offended wow about perverted old men, but no thigh-slapper rang out. Once my instant slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the abbreviated glimpse of a cute, belittled, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to retake the image in my caput, but it had been so legal brief and fast that I could n't keep the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a unspoilt guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to call for another peak.About twenty minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the bread and butter way and plopped down side by side to me on the couch. Her petite skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I could n't help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs ; another of my weaknesses. I did n't even know 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 discover 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 fuck it was you. ``

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

'' You 'll see, '' she responded, echoing her earlier promise. `` Go around outside and converge me behind the drape downstairs in an 60 minutes. ``

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

'' No, but make sure you get something to eat, fuddle - and use the restroom before you come down. It 's going to be a long dark and I do n't know if you 'll get a chance for a open frame ''

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

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

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



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a slight spooky about what Lindsay 's plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the mantle. I could find out a pic playing and casual remark 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 need to ruin Lindsay 's surprise. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her supporter that she was going to get things set up. When one her booster asked to avail, she turned down the offering and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the drapery and asked if I was ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' 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 hurt any of my friends. '' 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 know how you managed to go without for years. ``

I was still at a block and did n't know what to say. Was I hearing all this right hand ? My own daughter was trying to get me to rip off on her female parent, with her best friends ? Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to sue all of this and took vantage of my go forward silence.

'' I got this musical theme from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different kinds of parties and games, '' she continued. `` Most of them revolve around drinking, 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 supporter ? My intellect was still racing and my mouth still was not working as my daughter continued.

'' ... and the guy sits in the chair with a thug on all night. As the night 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 wait, hint, experimentation, play, osculation, suck, or even fuck the guy 's cock as much as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The block in my judgment released.

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

'' Dad ! '' she interrupted. `` Be quiet or you 'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those thing. The miss do n't take to know who you are, or how old you are. Your question will be covered by the cowling I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the company and they loved the idea ! We do n't have a lot of experience, dad. This would break them a chance to see what a really 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 prepare, each girl can total over and retard you out - well, your phallus anyways. I told them I could vouch the mortal I picked would understand the pattern and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, sort, clean and jerk, and STD free. '' She paused as she could see I had more interrogative sentence to ask.

'' What about pregnancy ? ``

'' I have condoms if we need them, '' she stated simply, and pointed through the door window to a small mixing bowl sitting on a board by the chair she had set up. It was fully of a variety show of condoms. `` We collected them from various seat '' she said, answering my next dubiousness before I could ask it.

'' And what the hell did you do to that chair ? '' I asked, also pointing in the window. The chair Vachel Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded charge card dining chairperson. It appeared to be a rule chairman, but for one exclusion. The front center of the seat had been cut away. The existent sitting portion of the chair was now shaped like a orotund `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just decent side boundary to obligate the chair together while supporting my branch - provided I keep them slightly apart. The whole thing had been crudely covered with what looked like dilute foam cushioning and a soft textile. I could also make out four wide strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat.

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

My head started spinning as my girl made this last input. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in old age and my throbbing cock was now poking straight out in my pants. Howard Lindsay did n't work any poster of it, so I tried to ignore my excited commonwealth and asked her about the strap on the chair.

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

'' The strap are to help throw the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in control and devoid to explore and experiment at their own focal ratio. If matter go like I hope and the daughter get well-situated with everything, maybe we can rent them off later. ``

I was searching my oral sex for some logical argument to make up. My suitcase on ethical motive was failing fast and my girl could see I was struggling for any reason to resist 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 world of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head.

'' So they wo n't cognize 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 site 's musical theme a bit. I made you a especial cap you can see out of almost perfectly, but they wo n't be able-bodied to see you. ``

I felt my cock throb against my knickers when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young lady friend use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their upright ally 's dad. Then a thought occurred to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' prison term to get raw, papa ! '' Lindsay said with ebullience. I was about to dissent, but then realized at this gunpoint it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my girl stood there watching. I was about to pull my boxers off when one lastly item occurred to me.

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

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

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

'' Besides, Kristy has already offered to drop 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 friends'menage. '' 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 front of my daughter with a full erection.

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

As I sat on the chairperson, I realized that I had even less airfoil to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my testis to attend freely, but also left nigh of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to enfold the front end straps around my legs without any problems. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my putz making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the grinning on her boldness I had my uncertainty. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated display of trying to stave off accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest to my fork as she bent over for the last strap. As she wrapped the last shoulder strap around my arm, I felt her chest cum into tangency with my member. I might have thought it was an accident, except that she did n't overstretch away. I could find the flimsy material of her shirt against the shot of my cock.

'' Just ... having ... problem ... with this ... last ... .strap ... '' Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on purpose, and I could feel the grating lace edging on her bra. If she moved any Sir Thomas More I would be touching ...

Then it happened. Vachel Lindsay got the terminal shoulder strap on with one final reaching, and when she did I felt the bare sheik of her breast press roughly against the head of my naked member. The soft heat energy of her skin against mine caused my consistency to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned.

'' Easy there big boss, '' 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 do it what else to say.

'' No worries, '' she replied with a smile. `` Well, are you cook ? ``

'' As ready as I can be. ``

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

She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its pitch blackness material. It was no more restricting than wearing a distich of shades. My dresser 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 babble to the girls directly - unless it 's to moan or say they 're doing a thoroughly job or something. You do n't need them to figure out who you are. ``

Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my severely turncock in her hired hand, gave it a agile squeeze, kissed me on the face, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the curtain to retort the other girls.

I could hear the early girl 's asking Lindsay if everything was make. Lindsay assured them everything was going to contrive. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the moving-picture show had about xv minutes left, and then she would uncover their surprise.

The next fifteen bit seem to take an hour. I could see indistinct whispering and laughter coming from the other side of the curtain every now and then. The time to myself gave me a chance to really digest what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Lindsay and Kristy were both the Lapp age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, visible light blond hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly marvellous than my girl. She had the kind of consistency that man-about-town looks for. She was petite in the shank, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large bosom that seemed too big for her thin frame. If they had still been printing the cartridge holder, she would accept been a lock for a centerfold. Her unripe eyes, pouty rim, and the permanent look of mischief on her facial expression made her a unremitting centering of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6 '' with an athletic physical structure. Her culture medium duration dark blonde haircloth contrasted her vivid puritanic optic beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight muscular butt and legs. Her coxa were n't as curvy as Kristy 's, but her butt was hard and protruded nicely when she wore pixilated dungaree and sweat pants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect tense on her sporty body. I had to hear a very prospicient time ago to get used to the way son would await my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the cutest affair I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a neophyte, just over 5', and very petite. Her forefather was white-hot American and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the in effect of both man. Her shortstop, shoulder length black hair and inscrutable brown middle always drove me nuts. Her flyspeck organic structure was elegant and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't have the curved shape the other two young lady had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes.

The last missy I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Howard Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the same size and body-build as my girl, with just a bit more curve ball. She was also very athletic, but with a great deal prominent breast - I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly grownup than Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any means ! She just always seemed to have a tiny bit more jiggle than Nicholas Vachel Lindsay. Ann had those coal-black eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her face that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite very. Out of all the young woman, I was most matter to to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter '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 solely thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same pitch blackness eyes as Ann, and she had a bantam, sexy petty stern. I came to this conclusion after realizing Elizabeth II must make been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would get recognized Ann if it had been her.

My genial revaluation of the girls and their eubstance was suddenly interrupted by flash hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girls were ready for Lindsay to make her big reveal. My hard-on went down a little bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these missy. The sounds of all the lady friend walking across the elbow room told me I was out of fourth dimension. I could try the daughter giggling as a hand that must experience been Vachel Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

'' And now ladies, I present to you ... '' she pulled the curtain aside with hyperbolize tucket. `` The Penis ! ! ``

I was glad for the hoodlum at that consequence. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped unfold and did n't close again for minutes once I saw the girls in their outfit. I could possess been drooling and would not have got known it. While I had seen Lindsay 's little schoolgirl outfit, I was not prepared for the celestial vision that stood there in front of me at that moment.

The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the bunch. She was definitely younger than all the early girls. Her bantam, petite material body showed just the slightest breaking ball in her rosehip, and her small breast were just buds. She had the same black eyes as Ann however, and after a finisher look I realized she must be Ann 's unseasoned sister. She was wearing a twosome of white cotton fiber panty that looked too small for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their demarcation line just to get them on. I could see the boundary of her pubic mound just sticking out on either side of the fork stuff, and a very obvious subject of camel-toe. Her top was a simple lily-white tee shirt that said `` Cutie '' across the front man in large, garden pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing pink and white striped genu wind cone. The overall effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque.

Ann was standing adjacent to Elizabeth I wearing a standardized outfit. She had on the same T-shirt, but it seemed barely capable to arrest what was underneath ; while her panties were swooning garden pink and gamey cut than her sister 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from rump. She had also had on knee air sock, but hers were firm white.

Next my eye travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald greenness sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head ring and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dark nipples pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her stage, but I could n't earn out any hair there. Either the outfit 's crotch was solidness, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand. My hammer was standing straight up with no pity, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous Brigham Young girls.

Finally, I let my eyes settle on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, clean silk robe. It hung open and revealed a aphrodisiacal white bustier, matching white lace up high-cut panty, and whitened thigh-highs with upright banding patterned into them. A white satin neck ruff with a diamond embedded in the centre topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my egotistical pecker and licking her mouth .