`` hi ? Is anyone home ? '' My girl, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but mind had drifted. She was a next-to-last in college, but her undecomposed friend Kristy was a aged this yr and would be graduating. They were making as many alibi as they could to hang out with each other as they could.

'' I 'm distressing steady. 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 give tongue to my agreement.

My wife was an amazing woman. She had the smartness, the sense of humor, the eternal kindness ; all of it. In fact, the only part of our human relationship that was n't enviable was our sex lifetime. We had our girl in our thirties. While this afforded us a better financial spot and with child patience than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy essence on our already struggling confidant relationship.

We had already been together for twelve years when we had our daughter. By this prison term, we had settled down to only having sex a few times a year. When Howard Lindsay was born, my married woman refused to let her cry herself to log 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 wrong had been done. My married woman and I were never able to quite get comfortable in the Saami bed after all those age apart. We would cuddle for the showtime hr or so, and then she would inevitably make believe a comment about being mad - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a spell, we would attempt a quicky here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Lindsay catching us that matter usually ended with lone one of us getting to complete, neither of us getting to wind up, or her getting me so spooky and worked up that I could n't persist hard. Slowly, as fourth dimension passed, we just tried to a lesser extent and less.

'' Do n't you think it 's kind of Weird to gloss on your dad 's sex life ? '' I asked. I wanted to say that after almost four age of not having sex at all, the melodic theme of `` getting laid '' is n't exactly a naturalistic destination ; but I did n't want to plunge any mystifying into this conversation than I had to.

'' Not really, '' Lindsay responded. `` We 've always been open and honest with each former. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in order to call it a sex life. ``

'' And what would you sleep together about that ? '' I immediately regretted asking that question ; knowing it could n't possibly top 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 truelove. I 'm glad we can all spill the beans about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents'sex life sentence, 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 tired all the sentence. You know, put some upheaval back in your life history. Get the blood flowing ! ``

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

I knew that as soon as my girl had her showtime period, my wife had put her on birth ascendance. 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 early age, or maybe it was just the way Lindsay always seemed so chance about the topic of sex ; but my guts told me my daughter was n't completely innocent.

Vachel Lindsay was watching me, almost as if she could tell I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a abbreviated smile waver across her look before she abruptly turned the case back to her upcoming party.

'' I really want this to be perfect 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 town all weekend and the following week, it did n't really matter. I would be the only agency figure around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to sustain my daughter and her four Quaker happy for one night.

On the shiny side, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibility that four hot young female ( not including my daughter ) might be running around in my house in their underwear this weekend. Of course my logical side immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to precede pajama for some variety of lingerie thing, a bunch of Brigham Young girls are n't going to desire some forty-something year old man like me hanging around and gawking.

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

'' Promise ? '' she insisted.

'' hope, '' I confirmed.





That night, I could n't finish thinking about my girl 's upcoming party. At start I was just dreading the fact that I would throw to share a business firm with five vernal girls that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv side came out again and I started to wonder what the miss would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a bunch of oversized pajamas, I could n't help but hold out hope that at least one of them would be wearing a pair of shorts that would be way too small, or maybe one of the fille would even dare to show off some aphrodisiac lingerie ; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The thought one of the missy tight buns just peeking out from some tiny shorts was sufficiency to make me gruelling, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy.

With my wife downstairs on her put, I had the way to myself and was really getting into my `` sitting ''. I had visual sense of bringing the young lady snacks or boozing, only to find them lying on the floor in their underwear - tight beautiful tail barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Vachel Lindsay 's best booster Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to watch a motion-picture show and wigging her butt against the lump in my pants. What I did n't agnise was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the missy by name to stock on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my thoughts to Lindsay 's other friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her offspring body to me in my judgement. 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 torso tightened and the last of my orgasm dripped from my cock. That 's when I saw her.

Nicholas Vachel Lindsay was standing in my threshold with her mouth subject and heart astray. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to seize my blankets and get over myself, I kept stuttering apologies and asking why she did n't knock.

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

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

Vachel Lindsay seemed to regain her sens 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 matter I know you were, um ... you know, '' and she made a spraying question with her hand. `` ... finished, '' she translated.

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

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

I lay there for a while, recovering from the intensity of my orgasm and the blow of seeing my daughter watching me fritter cum all over myself. There was nothing to do about it now. I kept wondering how often she had seen, or even more important - how a great deal had she heard ? It 's one thing for her to arrest me jerking off, but another affair all together if she heard me fantasizing about her admirer. 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 contaminating to her acquaintance in my point. These idea raced through my mind until I eventually fell asleep.



The adjacent daybreak, Lindsay acted like cipher happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long conference. As soon as her car was out of ken, Lindsay grabbed her jacket and purse.

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

'' Kristy 's, '' she answered. `` We 're gon na go over the clobber 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 surprise I want to set up for the girls, but I 'll need your supporter. I 'll be back around four o'clock to go over everything with you. ``

I started thinking that this party was more align than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a crew of girls sitting around, watching picture show, and talking about boy ; but it seemed my girl had something a little more structured in intellect. Not one to care before I have all the details though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the to-do list my married woman had left for me.



At almost exactly four o'clock, Lindsay came through the threshold. I had just finished cleaning the garage and sat down to relax when she walked into the aliveness way 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 bedroom most of the time. ``

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

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

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

'' Really 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 Nox before. `` ... but I need your assistant to make this party special. Besides, I think you 'll love this more than lying around by yourself jerking off. ``

Trying to brush off the brashness of my daughter 's comment, I played along and replied `` I do n't cognize. I 've gotten pretty good at it through the class. ``

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

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

I laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my time to make for sure I was surplus clean, smooth, and fresh. If I was going to induce to spend time around the little girl, then I wanted to make my Best stamp for Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the miss might think I 'm hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to know I still got it.

So forty-five minutes later, I presented myself to my girl for inspection, with a agile apology for taking longer than she gave me.

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

'' You 're looking pretty dolled up yourself, '' I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner ( which I find really sexy on near women ), lip rouge, and some other touches. She had also thrown on a very short-change schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unlaced, but tied together, blouse. I could see edges of her hot pink bra peeking out in various locating around her chest and shoulders.

'' Thanks daddy ! '' she said, cocking one leg back with an clean-handed fiddling one-half twist.

When I looked up, I could severalize I had been caught looking. Trying to save human face, I quipped `` Headed to the Britney lance 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 special sexy tonight. ``

'' What ! ? '' I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. `` I do n't know if it 's a serious idea for me to be hanging around if that 's what you guys are planning on wearing. '' I was becoming Sir Thomas More and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the imagination my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could palpate my tool starting to react a fiddling.

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

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

'' I heard you net nighttime, dad, '' she said simply with arch smile. She was grinning at me a lot lately.

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

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

My creative thinker was trying to make out with two different revelations at that moment. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter 's friends while masturbating, and two - that my girl had not only walked in on me the nighttime before, but had stood there watching me until I had finished and opened my oculus 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 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 state my friends or mom. They 're your fantasies. enjoy them ! ``

I stared at her speechless.

'' Besides, why do you reckon I told them to garnish 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 wind around the reality of what was happening, and I could experience my dick kickoff to swell again. I was actually going to induce these young girls running around my house in aphrodisiacal rig, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already arouse, and this was no dreaming. My creative thinker kept going back and Forth River between excitement and guilt. Trying one last meter to assert at least some likeness of a responsible for adult, I started to arrive at my counter-argument.

'' Forget it dad, '' Lindsay interrupted. `` I know you 're trying to be `` appropriate '' 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 stare straight at the gibbosity in my pants, causing it to well up a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard.

'' 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 rain shower and they 're on their way. '' Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to lead me down to the cellar sept room where the little girl would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I could n't help oneself but check her little outfit and wonder just how far she would hold to bend over for me to get a peep ...

When we walked into the household room, I saw Howard Lindsay had already set up some affair in preparation. The spinal column of our family room has a small squared out room/entryway expanse that provided exterior access to the basement family elbow room. Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the minuscule area from the rest of the bombastic room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our mob sleeping traveling bag thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to allow for more lounging/sleeping area.

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

'' That 's where I 'll need your helper, '' she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, `` Not yet. Let 's wait till everyone gets here kickoff. 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 Vachel Lindsay answered the front door. Judging by the vocalization, all the girl had arrived at the same meter. They greeted each former loudly, which only emphasized the sudden driblet in book when they started whispering to each early. `` Boy talk of the town '' I thought to myself before hearing a aloud burst of laughter respite out. Just then Lindsay poked her oral sex into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could bring the pizza pie we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the entrance hall to lead the early young woman downstairs.

When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper shell and towels, and gave my crotch a quick glance to make certainly zippo was too obvious. I could n't stop thinking about what Vachel Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a deep hint, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the prat of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette haircloth and large tote bags.

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

return my bearings, I stepped into the livelihood room and deposited everything on the mesa Lindsay had moved along the English bulwark. Nervous and sex, I finally allowed myself to bet up - but the lady friend were gone. Then I heard voices behind the drapery Lindsay had set up over the rachis entrance.

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

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

Now I knew something was up, because Howard 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 mien. I heard a new batch of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my girl poked her head out.

'' Thanks dad. '' Her look seemed slightly blushed. `` Anne and Elizabeth went to change into their sleep clothes. '' She winked as she said this. I did n't know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay 's closest protagonist. 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 New York minute, indicating I was to play along.

I 'll admit I was pretty disappointed I did n't get a fortune to see any of the young woman in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back up the stairs. As I walked by the privy, I could resist taking a nimble peep through the open, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girl 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, expecting to listen offended riot about pervert old men, but no screams rang out. Once my New York minute slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the paradigm in my school principal, but it had been so legal brief and fast that I could n't celebrate the picture clearly in my thinker. Trying to be a goodness guy, I headed up the stair before I could convert myself to admit another peak.About twenty second later, Howard Lindsay came bounding into the living elbow room and plopped down next to me on the sofa. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I could n't avail noticing she was wearing thigh-highs ; another of my failing. 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 take heed her talking to her champion when I took the pizza down.

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

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

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

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

'' No, but make for sure you get something to eat, drink - 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 gaolbreak ''

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

'' Just meet me downstairs in an time of day, '' she said as she started to walk away. `` ... and do n't bury 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 peculiarity was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a aphrodisiacal outfit after all !



An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little nervous about what Lindsay 's plan might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family line room behind the curtain. I could learn a movie playing and occasional comments by the girls. As tempted as I was to top out out and see what was going on ( and what the girls were wearing ), I did n't need to destroy Lindsay 's surprise. I kept quietly behind the mantle for about 5 minute before I heard my daughter recite her booster that she was going to get matter set up. When one her supporter asked to help, she turned down the fling and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few arcsecond later she stepped behind the pall and asked if I was ready.

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

'' Let me check your breathing spell, '' She leaned up into my nerve 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 recognise 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 nervous 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 eld ... ''

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

'' Just let me finish, '' she interrupted. `` I know you would never cheat on mom under formula setting. 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 have sex how you managed to go without for years. ``

I was still at a engine block and did n't love what to say. Was I hearing all this rightfulness ? My own daughter was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her substantially friends ? Vachel Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to litigate all of this and took advantage of my continued silence.

'' I got this approximation from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different kinds of company and games, '' she continued. `` Most of them revolve around imbibing, sex, or both - of course of action. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious. ``

My girl was looking up sex biz on assembly ? My daughter wanted me to bet sex games with her booster ? My creative thinker was still racing and my mouthpiece still was not working as my daughter continued.

'' ... and the guy sits in the death chair with a cowl on all night. As the night goes on, if any of the girls want to see 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, touch, experiment, play, kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy 's peter as a great deal as she wants - whenever she feels like it. ``

The block in my mind released.

'' What the snake pit variety of internet site are you getting on Vachel Lindsay ! ? '' I almost yelled. `` You want me to sit in a chair so your friends can play with my shaft ? ? Forget that it 's your champion 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 female child do n't require to know who you are, or how old you are. Your principal 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 have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man 's penis is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it 's kind of like hands-on sex breeding. Whenever they 're ready, each female child can come over and check you out - well, your penis anyways. I told them I could secure the somebody 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 motion to ask.

'' What about pregnancy ? ``

'' I have condoms if we need them, '' she stated simply, and pointed through the doorway window to a small mixing bowl sitting on a mesa by the chairman she had set up. It was wide-cut of a variety of condom. `` We collected them from various seat '' she said, answering my next interrogative before I could ask it.

'' And what the hell did you do to that professorship ? '' I asked, also pointing in the windowpane. The chair Howard Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded charge card dining professorship. It appeared to be a convention president, but for one exception. The strawman nerve center of the seat had been cut away. The actual sitting portion of the chair was now shaped like a magnanimous `` U '' with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough side bound to confine the chair together while supporting my ramification - provided I keep them slightly apart. The unscathed thing had been crudely covered with what looked like flimsy foam padding and a mild fabric. I could also make out four wide of the mark strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat.

'' I tried to make it as well-heeled as I could, but I wanted to make sure your musket ball had room to attend so the young woman can get to them too if they want. ``

My psyche started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my throbbing prick was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay did n't make any notice of it, so I tried to snub my turn on province and asked her about the straps on the chair.

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

'' The strap are to help create the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in mastery and free to explore and experiment at their own speeding. If things go like I hope and the missy get well-situated with everything, maybe we can take them off later. ``

I was searching my head for some consistent argument to make. My clutches on morals was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any intellect to defy further. My girl had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details 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 website 's mind a bit. I made you a limited punk you can see out of almost perfectly, but they wo n't be able-bodied to see you. ``

I felt my cock throbbing against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch these Whitney Young girls use my turncock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their dear Quaker 's dad. Then a thought occurred to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' clip to get defenseless, pappa ! '' Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point in time it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my Boxer off when one last 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 Friend 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 daughter I would n't be doing anything since I know who the guy is. I told them it would make things way too awkward. ``

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

'' Besides, Kristy has already offered to contrive 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'theater. '' she laughed.

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

'' Wow, dad ! '' Howard Lindsay exclaimed. `` Mom 's an cretin for not taking reward of that on a steady basis. '' She was now staring openly at my aching cock. `` well let 's get you strapped in. ``

As I sat on the professorship, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my globe to hang up freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in movement of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to wind the figurehead straps around my legs without any job. However, when she leaned over to get to the back strap, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump.

'' Sorry '' she said, but from the smile on her fount I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an overdo show of trying to avert accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her pectus to my genitals as she bent over for the terminal strap. As she wrapped the last-place strap around my arm, I felt her chest of drawers semen into contact with my member. I might have thought it was an accident, except that she did n't take out away. I could feel the slight textile of her shirt against the prick of my cock.

'' Just ... having ... trouble ... with this ... final ... .strap ... '' Nicholas Vachel Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on use, 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 final shoulder strap on with one final stint, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast mechanical press roughly against the head of my naked phallus. The delicate passion of her skin against mine caused my consistence to oppose unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft figure and groaned.

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

'' Sorry, '' I said sheepishly. I did n't have a go at it what else to say.

'' No vexation, '' she replied with a smile. `` Well, are you set 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 lens hood over my head.

She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its total darkness material. It was no more restricting than wearing a twain of sunglasses. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to come about. There was no turning back now.

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

Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my severe prick in her hand, gave it a quick squeezing, kissed me on the nerve, and said `` I love you, dad. Have fun. '' Then she disappeared behind the drape to repay the early girls.

I could learn the other little girl 's asking Lindsay if everything was fix. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the moving picture had about fifteen proceedings left, and then she would unveil their surprise.

The next fifteen bit seem to occupy an hour. I could hear indistinct susurration 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 same age and had grown up together. At one tip along the way though, Kristy was moved up a class. 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 reduce frame. If they had still been printing the cartridge holder, she would have been a lock for a centrefold. Her viridity eyes, pouty sass, and the permanent look of mischief on her face made her a constant stress of my fantasies.

Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6 '' with an athletic trunk. Her spiritualist length night blond hair contrasted her brightly sorry oculus beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight muscular butt and branch. Her articulatio coxae were n't as curvey as Kristy 's, but her butt was intemperately and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweatpants. Her chest were a pocket-sized C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to learn a very farsighted metre ago to get used to the way boy would look my daughter up and down when we were out.

Amy was the cunning thing I had ever seen in my lifetime. Amy was a freshman, just over 5', and very flyspeck. Her beginner was egg white American and her female parent was Nipponese. Amy, it seemed, got the scoop of both humankind. Her short, shoulder length Black person pilus and deep brown eyes always drove me nuts. Her petite consistence was graceful and graceful, even for her age. While she did n't deliver the bend the other two girls had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes.

The concluding girlfriend I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in schoolhouse, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the same size and form as my girl, with just a bit more curve. She was also very gymnastic, but with much magnanimous breast - I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly boastful than Lindsay 's. Not that it was flabby by any way ! She just always seemed to have a lilliputian bit more joggle than Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive ingenuousness in her cheek that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite existent. Out of all the girlfriend, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter 's experiment.

The only other girl at the political party was Elizabeth I, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me earlier. The simply thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same black eyes as Ann, and she had a midget, sexy little buns. I came to this last after realizing Elizabeth must possess been the little girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would let recognized Ann if it had been her.

My mental review of the girl and their physical structure was suddenly interrupted by loud hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girls were set up for Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erection went down a little bit with nerves, realizing I was about to be exposed to these lady friend. The sounds of all the girls walking across the elbow room told me I was out of sentence. I could discover the female child giggling as a hand that must have been Lindsay 's reached behind the curtain.

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

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

The first-class honours degree thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the lot. She was definitely new than all the other girls. Her diminutive, petite frame of reference showed just the flimsy curve in her rose hip, and her humble bosom were just buds. She had the like contraband eyes as Ann however, and after a closer looking at I realized she must be Ann 's younger baby. She was wearing a duet of White River cotton panty 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 mound just sticking out on either side of the crotch material, and a very obvious case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white jersey that said `` Cutie '' across the front in large, pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing garden pink and white striped knee joint wind sock. The boilersuit upshot of her turnout was very spicy lolita-esque.

Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the same t-shirt, but it seemed barely able to comprise what was underneath ; while her step-in were light garden pink and mellow cut than her sister 's. I was dying to see what they looked like from keister. She had also had on articulatio genus wind cone, but hers were solid white.

Next my eyes travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald unripened sheer one-piece. She had her whisker held back with a header band and was also wearing Shirley Temple thigh-highs. I could easily see her humble, benighted tit pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her legs, but I could n't name out any hair there. Either the outfit 's genital organ was unanimous, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming More than I could stand. My putz was standing straight up with no ignominy, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous young girls.

Finally, I let my oculus go under on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung afford and revealed a sexy White River bustier, matching white plait high-cut panties, and Stanford White thigh-highs with vertical stripes patterned into them. A white satin choker with a baseball field embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen prick and licking her rim .