`` Hello ? Is anyone dwelling house ? '' My daughter, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but mind had drifted. She was a junior in college, but her Charles Herbert Best friend Kristy was a fourth-year this year 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 contract much lately. ``

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

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

My wife was an amazing womanhood. She had the smarts, the sense of humor, the interminable kindness ; all of it. In fact, the simply part of our human relationship that was n't enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our mid-thirties. While this afforded us a better financial billet and peachy solitaire than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy burden on our already struggling intimate relationship.

We had already been together for twelve year when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few times a twelvemonth. When Nicholas Vachel Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to sleep in a crib and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight geezerhood before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own room. By the time she did, the terms 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 nest for the first minute or so, and then she would inevitably micturate a remark about being afflictive - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a piece, we would attempt a quickie here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Lindsay catching us that matter usually ended with only one of us getting to wind up, neither of us getting to eat up, or her getting me so nervous 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 Weird to comment on your dad 's sex life ? '' I asked. I wanted to say that after almost four year of not having sex at all, the estimation of `` getting laid '' is n't exactly a naturalistic finish ; but I did n't want to dive any bass 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 order to call it a sex life. ``

'' And what would you know about that ? '' I immediately regretted asking that enquiry ; knowing it could n't possibly conduce 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 glad we can all babble out about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex spirit, are two unlike affair, '' I stated.

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

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

I knew that as soon as my daughter had her low full stop, my married woman had put her on birth ascendancy. 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 believe 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 Lindsay always seemed so occasional about the matter of sex ; but my guts told me my daughter was n't completely innocent.

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

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

I was n't even mindful of what she had asked me to serve with, but since my wife was out of townspeople all weekend and the come week, it did n't really weigh. I would be the only assurance digit around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to keep my daughter and her four supporter happy for one night.

On the shining side of meat, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibleness that four hot Pres Young female ( not including my daughter ) might be running around in my theater in their underwear this weekend. Of course my legitimate side immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo pajamas for some kind of lingerie affair, a caboodle of young girls are n't going to need some forty-something year old man like me hanging around and gawking.

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

'' Promise ? '' she insisted.

'' Promise, '' I confirmed.





That night, I could n't block off thinking about my daughter 's coming party. At foremost I was just dreading the fact that I would give birth to contribution a home with five young girls that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv side of meat came out again and I started to marvel what the miss would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a clump of outsized pajamas, I could n't help but restrain out hope that at least one of them would be wearing a twain of shorts that would be way too pocket-size, or maybe one of the girls would even dare to register off some sexy intimate apparel ; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The recollect one of the girls tight piece of tail just peeking out from some tiny short was enough to make me hard, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy.

With my wife downstairs on her frame, I had the way to myself and was really getting into my `` session ''. I had vision of bringing the girls snacks or drinkable, only to find them lying on the floor in their underclothing - tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Howard Lindsay 's best admirer Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to follow a movie and wigging her butt against the lump in my pants. What I did n't clear was that I was now talking out loud in my illusion, encouraging the little girl by epithet to carry on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my thought process to Lindsay 's former friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her young body to me in my idea. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost control and started cumming all over my tum and chest. My orgasm was vivid as my trunk tightened and the death of my orgasm dripped from my peter. That 's when I saw her.

Nicholas Vachel Lindsay was standing in my room access with her mouth open and eyes wide-eyed. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to snap up my cover and hatch 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-count Lindsay. You should n't have seen that. I was just ... just ... '' but I could n't finish.

Howard Lindsay seemed to regain her common sense as she looked up at me and smiled. `` Sorry dad. I know I should n't throw walked in on you, but I thought I heard you say ... '' she paused `` ... anyways, I was just surprised to see you doing that, and side by side affair I know you were, um ... you know, '' and she made a crop-dusting move with her hands. `` ... finished, '' she translated.

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

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

I lay there for a piece, recovering from the intensity of my coming and the cushion of seeing my daughter watching me inject cum all over myself. There was nothing to do about it now. I kept wondering how a good deal she had seen, or even more authoritative - how much had she heard ? It 's one thing for her to charm me jerking off, but another affair all together if she heard me fantasizing about her Friend. 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 inapt if she heard me talking colly to her friends in my headland. These thoughts raced through my mind until I eventually fell asleep.



The next morning, Vachel Lindsay acted like goose egg happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long league. As soon as her car was out of sight, Lindsay grabbed her cap 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 grin. `` I have a special surprisal I want to set up for the girls, but I 'll call for your help. I 'll be back around four o'clock to go over everything with you. ``

I started thinking that this party was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a caboodle of girls sitting around, watching motion-picture show, and talking about male child ; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in mind. Not one to occupy before I have all the particular though, I shrugged my berm and began working on the to-do list 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 unstrain when she walked into the living 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 chamber nigh of the time. ``

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

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

'' 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 ready for inspection in XXX minutes. ``

'' Really Howard 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 help to make this political party special. Besides, I think you 'll delight this Thomas More than lying around by yourself jerking off. ``

Trying to push aside the brashness 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 reply other than to shoosh me off the couch and up the steps to get fix. 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 respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty mo, I took my time to realize sure I was extra unobjectionable, smooth, and unfermented. If I was going to have to expend fourth dimension around the girls, then I wanted to make my skillful picture for Lindsay. It might stimulate also been a fiddling stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might recollect I 'm hot for an older man. Even if nil happened, it would still be nice to eff I still got it.

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

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

'' You 're looking pretty dolled up yourself, '' I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner ( which I find really sexy on most women ), lipstick, and some other hint. 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 pink bra peeking out in respective positioning around her chest and shoulders.

'' Thanks daddy ! '' she said, cocking one leg back with an barren little 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 tour ? ``

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

Ouch. That was a low blow.

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

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the way felt stuffy. `` I do n't have intercourse if it 's a good idea 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 visions my vitiate mind was creating and the fit my daughter was wearing, I could feel my cock starting line to react a little.

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

'' That 's a slight inappropriate, do n't you think ? I 'm Sir Thomas More than twice her age, Kristy is your best champion, and I 'm marr ... '' but she did n't let me finish.

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

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

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

My mind was trying to cope with two different revelations at that here and now. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter 's friends 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 eyes 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 ingest with my girl. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed disport watching me process all of this.

'' Do n't worry dad. I wo n't narrate my friends 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 know it 's for you, but yeah. They agreed to it. ``

My mind was finally starting to wrap around the reality of what was happening, and I could find my cock start to swell again. I was actually going to have these young girls running around my family in sexy getup, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already waken, and this was no aspiration. My psyche kept going back and forth between excitement and guilt. Trying one survive time to maintain at least some gloss of a responsible for grownup, I started to make my counter-argument.

'' draw a blank it dad, '' Howard Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` seize '' and all, but the girls 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 prominence in my pants, causing it to swell a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard.

'' Besides, '' she continued, still staring at my crotch. `` I think you like the theme. '' She looked up again. `` Now let 's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the rain shower and they 're on their way. '' Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the impudence, and then proceeded to take me down to the basement category elbow room where the girls would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I could n't help but check her minuscule getup and wonder just how far she would have to bend over for me to get a peek ...

When we walked into the family line room, I saw Vachel Lindsay had already set up some things in preparation. The vertebral column of our family room has a small squared out room/entryway region that provided away approach to the basement family room. Vachel Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the small area from the rest of the turgid room. The master floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blanket, and a few of our kinsperson sleeping pocketbook thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to allow more lounging/sleeping area.

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

'' That 's where I 'll need your help, '' she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's wait till everyone gets here initiative. I want to micturate for 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 Howard Lindsay answered the battlefront door. Judging by the voices, all the lady friend had arrived at the same time. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden pearl in mass when they started whispering to each former. `` Boy talking '' I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laughter break out. Just then Lindsay poked her heading into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could lend the pizza pie we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the hall to precede the former little girl downstairs.

When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper shell and towels, and gave my crotch a spry glance to pretend sure as shooting nothing was too obvious. I could n't cease thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a hurrying, giggling blur of brunette hair and large tote bags.

'' Sorry Mr. D ! '' two vox exclaimed from behind my pile of plates, boxful, cups, and assorted things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the corner of my eye, two flyspeck figures rush by into the bathroom behind me.

Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the living room and deposited everything on the table Howard Lindsay had moved along the side wall. queasy and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up - but the lady friend were gone. Then I heard vocalization behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the hinder incoming.

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

'' Do n't care about my dad, '' I heard Lindsay answer. `` 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 comportment. I heard a fresh batch of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her nous out.

'' Thanks dad. '' Her human face 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 Lindsay 's closest admirer. 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 au revoir before you leave. '' She said this with a jiffy, indicating I was to play along.

I 'll admit I was pretty disappointed I did n't get a opportunity to see any of the girls in their outfit, but then I scolded myself for acting like a stripling and headed back on a higher floor. As I walked by the privy, I could hold out taking a promptly peek through the open, old-style key lock on the threshold. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girlfriend had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her middle flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second gear, expecting to discover offended screams about perverse old men, but no thigh-slapper rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the brief glance of a cute, pocket-sized, nude hindquarters reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the look-alike in my psyche, but it had been so abbreviated and fast that I could n't restrain the picture clearly in my judgement. Trying to be a serious guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to take another peak.About twenty hour later, Nicholas Vachel Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I could n't serve noticing she was wearing thigh-highs ; another of my weakness. I did n't even know my girl owned thigh-highs.

'' So I 'm heading out for the eve, am I ? '' I asked.

'' What ? '' she asked. I told her I could hear her talking to her friend when I took the pizza down.

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

'' I see, '' I responded half paying attending to her and one-half paying tending to the motion picture I was watching. Then what she said clicked. `` postponement. What do you mean so they wo n't know it 's me ? ``

'' You 'll see, '' she responded, echoing her earlier promise. `` Go around outside and meet me behind the drapery downstairs in an minute. ``

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

'' No, but make sure you get something to eat, drink - and use the public toilet before you come down. It 's going to be a yearn night and I do n't know if you 'll get a chance for a gap ''

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

'' Just see me downstairs in an hour, '' she said as she started to take the air away. `` ... and do n't draw a blank 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 hour, '' I replied blandly. Secretly though, my curiosity was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a sexy outfit after all !



An minute later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little nervous about what Lindsay 's plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the pall. I could hear a film playing and occasional comments by the miss. As tempt as I was to top out out and see what was going on ( and what the girls were wearing ), I did n't want to ruin Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's surprise. I kept quietly behind the drapery for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell apart her champion 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 wait until she said so. A few irregular later she stepped behind the drape and asked if I was ready.

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

'' Let me find out your breath, '' She leaned up into my look as I gently blew. `` safe ! '' she confirmed. Then she asked me to step outside with her for a indorse. 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 fare right out and say it. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Just let me finish, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never cheat on mom under convention 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 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 month probably suck, but I do n't sleep together how you managed to go without for class. ``

I was still at a stoppage and did n't be intimate what to say. Was I hearing all this right ? My own daughter was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her considerably champion ? Howard Lindsay could see it was taking me a instant to process all of this and took vantage of my extend silence.

'' I got this idea from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different sort of party and game, '' she continued. `` Most of them revolve around imbibition, sex, or both - of line. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious. ``

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

'' ... and the guy sits in the chairperson with a hood on all night. As the night goes on, if any of the girls want to check out his phallus, 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 appear, touch, experimentation, play, candy kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy 's dick as much as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The block in my judgement released.

'' What the nether region kind of websites are you getting on Howard Lindsay ! ? '' I almost yelled. `` You want me to sit in a death chair so your friends can wager with my tool ? ? Forget that it 's your protagonist or that your mom is my married woman. Have you even considered the age conflict involved here ? ``

'' Dad ! '' she interrupted. `` Be still or you 'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The young woman do n't involve to have sex who you are, or how old you are. Your caput will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the musical theme ! We do n't have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man 's phallus is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it 's variety of like hands-on sex teaching. Whenever they 're set, each girl can come in over and check you out - well, your penis anyways. I told them I could vouch the person I picked would understand the prescript and know that it 's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be affected role, form, clean, and STD unblock. '' She paused as she could see I had more doubt to ask.

'' What about pregnancy ? ``

'' I have condoms if we need them, '' she stated simply, and pointed through the doorway window to a small-scale intermixture bowl sitting on a table by the president she had set up. It was full of a variety of condoms. `` We collected them from assorted blank space '' she said, answering my succeeding question before I could ask it.

'' And what the hell did you do to that electric chair ? '' I asked, also pointing in the window. The chair Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chair, but for one exception. The front gist of the seat had been cut away. The actual sitting portion of the chair was now shaped like a with child `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just plenty incline bound to hold the chairman together while supporting my peg - provided I keep them slightly apart. The unharmed thing had been crudely covered with what looked like flimsy foam padding and a flaccid material. I could also defecate out four wide strips of Velcro at the top of each electric chair leg, just under the seat.

'' I tried to make it as easy as I could, but I wanted to lay down sure your ball had elbow room to hang so the female child can get to them too if they want. ``

My head started spinning as my daughter made this last comment. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my pounding cock was now poking straight out in my pant. Lindsay did n't make any notice of it, so I tried to dismiss my excited United States Department of State and asked her about the strap on the chair.

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

'' The straps are to help make the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in command and free to search and try out at their own focal ratio. If things go like I hope and the female child get comfortable with everything, maybe we can take them off later. ``

I was searching my head for some consistent argument to wee-wee. My traveling bag on morality was failing fast and my girl could see I was struggling for any reason to resist further. My girl had planned everything brilliantly, and left me trivial to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The point and realism 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 internet site 's idea a bit. I made you a peculiar hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they wo n't be able to see you. ``

I felt my cock pounding against my pant when she said this. I would actually get to observe these young young woman use my peter for their own curiosity and pleasance, without them knowing I was really their best admirer 's dad. Then a thought occurred to me.

'' What if they change their nous 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 last roadblock 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 get you a hope. ``

'' Yay ! '' my daughter cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right on the mouth, and gave me a big hug. I became all too cognizant of my massive hard-on pressing against her as she held me. She must give 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 attending he deserves. ``

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

'' Time to get naked, pa ! '' Vachel Lindsay said with exuberance. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to draw in my underdrawers off when one last item occurred to me.

'' Um, you 're not going to be ... you know ... um, participating, '' I asked hesitantly. It was one thing to let her friends fondle me anonymously, but I did n't opine I was ready 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 make affair way too awkward. ``

'' Oh. That makes 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'theater. '' she laughed.

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

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

As I sat on the president, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the death chair not only left elbow room for my balls to hang freely, but also left about of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front man of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to wrap the movement straps around my ramification without any problems. 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 grin on her face I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the terminal shoulder 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 crotch as she bent over for the cobbler's last strap. As she wrapped the live strap around my arm, I felt her chest of drawers come into contact with my phallus. I might give thought it was an accident, except that she did n't attract away. I could find the flimsy material of her shirt against the shaft of my cock.

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

Then it happened. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay got the last strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast imperativeness roughly against the head of my nude penis. The balmy heat of her tegument against mine caused my consistence to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her piano flesh and groaned.

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

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

'' No worries, '' she replied with a smile. `` fountainhead, are you ready ? ``

'' As set 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 toughie over my caput.

She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black-market textile. It was no more restricting than wearing a yoke of shades. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to fall out. 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 spill to the daughter directly - unless it 's to groan or say they 're doing a good job or something. You do n't desire them to project out who you are. ``

Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my laborious pecker in her manus, gave it a quick clinch, kissed me on the cheek, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the curtain to return the other girls.

I could hear the other girlfriend 's asking Lindsay if everything was fix. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their member had arrived and her dad was gone for the Nox. She told them the movie had about 15 minutes left, and then she would reveal their surprise.

The next fifteen proceedings seem to take an minute. I could hear indistinct voicelessness and laughter coming from the former side of the mantle every now and then. The time to myself gave me a chance to really digest what was about to materialize, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls.

Howard Lindsay and Kristy were both the Saami age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grad. Kristy had long, straight, lite blond haircloth that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8 '' and slightly taller than my girl. She had the sort of body that Corinthian looks for. She was petite in the waistline, but had a gorgeously curved ass and prominent tit that seemed too big for her thin skeletal system. If they had still been printing the magazine, she would deliver been a whorl for a centerfold. Her green eye, pouty mouth, and the permanent wave aspect of maleficence on her face made her a constant focus of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my girl, was about 5'6 '' with an athletic soundbox. Her medium length dark blonde hair contrasted her smart down in the mouth heart beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight hefty fanny and legs. Her hips were n't as curvy as Kristy 's, but her butt was operose and protruded nicely when she wore soaked blue jean and sweatpants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to teach a very long clip ago to get used to the way boys would expect my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the precious matter I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a fresher, just over 5', and very petite. Her father was white American and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the salutary of both worlds. Her short, articulatio humeri duration total darkness tomentum and deep brown eyes always drove me nuts. Her petite trunk was elegant and elegant, even for her age. While she did n't make the curve the other two young woman had, she had just enough to tease something truly aphrodisiac under those clothes.

The last girl I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the Lapplander size and build as my girl, with just a bit more curved shape. She was also very athletic, but with very much larger tit - I guessed DD. She had just a little Thomas More curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly braggart than Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any means ! She just always seemed to bear a tiny bit more joggle than Lindsay. Ann had those pitchy eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive pureness in her font that, while it drove me unwarranted, never seemed rather real. Out of all the fille, I was most interest to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter 's experiment.

The only other young lady at the party was Elizabeth, and I only knew her figure because my daughter had said it to me earlier. The only when thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same Shirley Temple optic as Ann, and she had a tiny, sexy footling keister. I came to this finis after realizing Elizabeth II must let been the daughter I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her.

My genial review of the girls and their organic structure was suddenly interrupted by loud hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girl were prepare for Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erection went down a petty bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these missy. The audio of all the girls walking across the elbow room told me I was out of clip. I could discover the girls giggling as a hand that must hold been Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

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

I was glad for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped spread out and did n't close again for minutes once I saw the girls in their outfits. I could get been drooling and would not ingest known it. While I had seen Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 's little schoolgirl getup, I was not prepared for the heavenly vision that stood there in front end of me at that moment.

The for the first time thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the stranger of the cluster. She was definitely younger than all the other missy. Her tiny, petite anatomy showed just the slight curve in her hips, and her small tit were just buds. She had the Saami black-market eyes as Ann however, and after a closer look I realized she must be Ann 's younger sister. She was wearing a duet of white-hot cotton panties that looked too small for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their limit just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic knoll just sticking out on either slope of the privates material, and a very obvious typeface of camel-toe. Her top was a unsubdivided flannel t-shirt that said `` Cutie '' across the front in vauntingly, garden pink, outlined letter of the alphabet, and she was wearing pink and white striped genu socks. The overall effect of her kit was very spicy lolita-esque.

Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the Lapplander jersey, but it seemed barely able to hold in what was underneath ; while her panty were brightness level pink and mellow cut than her sis 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from arse. She had also had on knee socks, but hers were upstanding white.

Next my oculus 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 Joseph Black thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dismal pap pressing against the sheer fabric. My eyes wandered down between her wooden leg, but I could n't make out any whisker there. Either the outfit 's crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could place upright. My shaft was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous Danton True Young girls.

Finally, I let my optic subside on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, snowy silk robe. It hung clear and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching snowy lace high-cut pantie, and white thigh-highs with vertical grade insignia patterned into them. A White River satin throttler with a diamond embedded in the center topped off the rig. Kristy was staring right at my egotistical cock and licking her lips .