[ bank note : The followers is a employment of fiction originally a short erotic story called Andrea and the Daddy Test by Galacticum which was posted on a erotic level web site in the recently 1990 's and which no longer is in existence. I took most of his story and changed some of the elements to an estimate I had about writing an erotic version to the movie blame it on Rio. I do n't want to be accused of plagiarization so in an effort for fully disclosure I am giving Galacticum full credit - wherever he may be. This is entirely fictional characters. Any resemblance to actual persons living or utterly, through name or context is purely coincidental. ]

Rio and the pop Test - Magicwand interpretation

I 'd just finished making lovemaking to my wife Jennifer in our king-sized bed. Her head on my chest, she gently sucked at my right tit as I stretched my arms and wooden leg in relaxed bliss. For the hold up four years at least, I had spent each and every week-end morning at the office. This day was the rare exception. Once again, my thoughts turned to the juicy personal injury village I 'd concluded the day before, basking in the halo of a legal job- well-done, and the nearly three quarters of a million dollar sign attorney fee I had earned. But my former legal triumph was at the cost of a crime syndicate life or even a sex life.

My wife Jennifer and I had married while still in college. After law school, I had decided to risk it all and give my own practice. After years of contending with angry nib gatherer, flaky legal assistant, bitter guest, objectionable Book of Judges, and tight-fisted insurance companies, I 'd finally work up my personal injury drill into a literal winner ; my multi-million dollar pride and joy. Unlike many of my co-worker in the law biz, I did n't toast, I did n't chase my secretary, and I did n't speculate on long-shot investiture. I 'd built my palace in the sky brick-by-heavy-brick and right hand now, naked in bed with my wife for the low gear Saturday morning in eld, I felt like the king himself.

When I awoke, it was darker and I the low gear matter that came into nidus was the beautiful face of my fifteen year-old daughter Andrea, leaning against the threshold to the bedroom, arm folded across her chest.

'' My, my, '' she said, then turned abruptly, whipping her long crinkly blonde fuzz as she disappeared from sight into the hallway.

Jennifer called out to her daughter as she slid off the bed to her metrical foot, `` We 're sorry. We did n't expect to be in bed so late. '' Jennifer skipped into her girl 's toilet, turned on the light and wrapped herself in a blue bathing tub towel. I watched her through the loose door, as she checked her boldness in the mirror and straightened her shoulder-length blonde hair.

My wife pulled me out of bed, pushed me into the shower bath, and ordered me to put on a sport coat but no tie. She met me in the living room with my girl Andrea. Both my married woman and daughter were nicely dressed, made-up, and ready to go out.

'' Andrea, '' said my wife, `` your father does n't realize it yet, but he is not going to the office today. I know that Sunday is a normal working day around here for the menfolk in our family. But today, and from now on, your father is going to drop every week-end with us. '' My wife Jennifer turned to me with a big smile, `` family first, right ? '' as she poked my ribs, prodding me toward the door.

'' Where are we going, '' I asked.

'' Brunch, '' said both of my beautiful womenfolk.

We went to an graceful champagne brunch in the most expensive berth in township. After all, I could easily afford it. My wife looked exceptionally gracious in a foresightful lavender silk mark dress. Jennifer was carrying the gist of conversation and spoke about how we each should spread out ourselves to the early, as family members, now that we would be spending more time together. She said it would be hard at showtime, but we had to get into the wont of tuning-in to each other 's wave-length.

I was one-half tuned-out, glancing repeatedly at my beautiful fifteen twelvemonth old daughter. Rare were the clip in the last four years that I 'd had a chance to see her up finis for more than a few fleeting seconds. She was wearing a filmy sensationalistic sundress this sunrise and her prospicient wavy blonde hair was parted in the midriff and loosely tied in back. She was demurely nibbling at a piece of Baron Verulam in her slender fingerbreadth, with downcast oculus. I had always recognized the fact that she was beautiful, more so even than her mother. This break of day, however, I came awake to the fact that she had blossomed into a heartbreakingly ravishing new woman.

Andrea and I had been very close throughout her childhood. Just as she had reached puberty, however, my law practice had begun to seriously flourish and I became caught up in the heady rush of professional achiever. I had barely seen her in years ; usually on my way to and from the agency, catching a glimpse of her as she was heading to some school day bodily function, to see a swain, or to go out with her best friend Melissa.

Andrea knew she was beautiful, as I 'm sure the piles of boys who followed in her aftermath had made clear to her. At this precise moment, however, I awakened to such new discoveries as her flowing pilus, her mysterious down centre, her legato hide and its faint down, from which she radiated a flabby, golden, miasmal beauty in the fond morning lighter. Andrea 's eyes flashed briefly as they met mine, then stared without expression outside toward the sunny deck of cards of the eating place. I realized the little girl I had held on my articulatio genus and tucked into bed was now barely on speaking price with me.

Andrea had always been my spoiled little princess. Now, with me and perhaps with every male person, she had become an ice princess ; aloof, reserved, proud of her unique feminine natural endowment of hopeless beauty. I had forgotten just how much sexual mogul could domicile within the body of a beautiful 15 year old fille. 'This is my daughter ,'I reminded myself. It dawned on me that I did n't quite know how I felt about her ; nor how I ought to palpate about myself in her bearing : afraid, proud, excited, ashamed. Her eyes met mine again and bored into me without formula. This fourth dimension, she held her moist gaze for at least five seconds.

I told them about my next projection, a heavy contract bridge that required me to go to Rio de Janiero for about a week. My daughter looked let down, so did my married woman. They thought with the success from this last example I would take some time off to reacquaint myself. That was when my married woman suggested I take Andrea with me.

My head was reeling from the champagne, the summer heat, and from the drunkenness of my girl 's bearing. After a moment, eyes shining, Jennifer squeezed my deal in hers. `` I think you two need to get in touch with each other. '' What do you experience to say, Andrea ? ``

'' mulct with me, '' said my daughter, shrugging her endearing shoulders.

'' I see that you and Andrea have your oeuvre cut out for you, '' said my wife. `` I have a outstanding idea, though. '' Looking to Andrea, she said, `` Melissa 's Dad takes his sept on vacation around the Lapp metre every summer, right ? ``

'' Mr. Carbone ? Yeah. ``

'' What if you took Melissa and them with you to Rio ? ``

By next week 's end, design had changed some. Melissa and Andrea were reading books on Rio and getting excited about the trip. Melissa 's parents were recently divorced and it seemed like the ideal chance for Melissa and her dad to bond as well.

I took off early on Fri good afternoon and headed habitation, wondering how I felt about bringing everyone to Rio for a couple of weeks. Alex Carbone, Melissa 's Dad was an accountant in my office building. We often spent an minute a day at lunchtime working out in the gym. It was feverish utilisation but it was the only thing that helped me maintain the stamina to live my endurance contest twelve-hour days in my office chair and in court. I have to admit that it also left me with not a little bit of self-pride, in my still youthful body, as well as in my self-discipline to maintain it. Mostly, though, on my ride home, I pondered how I would come to to my fifteen year-old girl. What would I have to say to her ? Would she even talk to me ?

Would I get those feelings of sexual stimulation that I felt around her lately ? What could I do to overtake those inappropriate cerebration ? 'They are extremely inappropriate, right ?'I wondered to myself, almost aloud.

As I my escritoire finalized all the arrangements, we were staying at an executive retreat composed of several private villas around a resort domain. Each Doroteo Arango had two bedrooms with a sofa that pulled out into a queen-sized bed.

When I arrived home plate, I showered and changed into denim and a green Polo shirt. Within minute, I went outside as Melissa 's Dad pulled up in his red jeep Cherokee with the girls. They got out and I shook men with Alex. He was a trim athletic man in his of late mid-thirties, of Italian descent, with a great olive complexion. He had that ruggedly blue, mountainous demeanor of a mafia hitman and I 'd often noticed the women in the gym where we worked out, looking his way. The girls were simply unbelievable and my inner vox suddenly echoed a hollow 'uh-oh', as I felt myself instantly starting to feel unfatherly feelings toward both. I could barely get up the nerve to reckon at them, but they were dressed in very short cut-off denim, with balancer top, and low-cut White River sneakers without wind sleeve. genus Melissa had the prospicient Shirley Temple fuzz and dark complexion consistent with her Mediterranean ancestry. Where Andrea was proudly distant, Melissa was exuberant. She greeted me with a big smile and a `` Hi, Mr. sixpence. '' In every other esteem, however, both girls were bookends of staring teenage sexual beauty : long creamy branch, firm grapefruit-sized breasts, slim waists that curved so appealingly into high, round buttocks. As I placed my grip into the seat end of the fomite, Andrea and Melissa exited our house with early suitcases.

We boarded our flight, Alex Carbone and I sat together in business organisation class with the two miss behind us. They talked incessantly, their voices often descending to a low, fertile tone, barely audible to me. Our driver met us at the airport and after an time of day of highway, we were at the resort which was well hidden from a main road and had a buck private beach.

The villa was very deluxe. Two master key sleeping accommodation were on either position of a neat way which had a unit of ammunition firepit that dominated the midpoint of the way with several tumid lounge and floor pillows around it. The glass doors opened into a large balcony which had a private hot tub and a wet bar that overlooked the beach and sea. The girls immediately declared to sleep out in the bully elbow room with the lush pillows and 65inch plasma TV.

It was mid-morning by the sentence I dragged myself from one of the superking-sized beds in the room and went to the shower, admiring the massive granite firepit along the way. I thought of the miss. When I was kid myself, I had always drooled over the missy of her age in gamy school but really had to look until college before I encountered any real luck with female. Maybe I was just going through some sick unresolved high school schooltime fixing. I found a handwritten note taped to the interior of the medicine cabinet :

'Andrea and Melissa are waiting for us at the swimming pool. Alex'

I showered, shaved, and put on my best distich of red swimming tree trunk, which my wife had conveniently packed for me, along with a yellow Hawaiian shirt and a duet of poise sunglass. I actually felt hip and youngish, riding down in the elevator. 'This just might be fun, after all', I told myself. 'Maybe I really can use a vacation away from the old three-piece suit .'

Out at the pool, I looked for the girlfriend and Alex. `` Over here, '' said Alex, emerging from the hotel eating place. `` I could n't find the fille, so I went to have some breakfast. I was starved and I hope you do n't take care, '' he said.

I turned to him, but found my eyes drawn up to the pool surface area and the bare heartshaped rear of a young young lady. She turned around and to my complete shock, I saw that it was his daughter, Melissa. She smiled at me and began walking toward me, excitedly waving her hired hand up and down at Andrea to get up from her lounge death chair to follow. I realized suddenly that this trip-up was going to be anything but fun. In fact, it was going to be the swelled intellectual challenge of my stallion legal career ; keeping my growing sexual stimulation at bay in the front of my unbelievable daughter and her equally appealing lady friend. Andrea and Melissa were wearing matching flesh-colored G-string Bikini. The wooing left almost nothing to the imagination : the back position exposed their house teenaged fanny for all to see.

'' Those certainly are lean suits, '' I said in my daughter 's centering. `` I ca n't believe this resort lets you wear them, especially being minors. ``

'' Oh Mr. Tanner, '' grinned genus Melissa, `` they asked us about 'em. Andrea and I have fake I.D.s. And, you know what ? They shut up when we told what villa we were staying in. Money does talk. '' The missy giggled at each early. `` Besides '' chimed in Andrea, `` it 's Rio, anything goes. ``

'' Jonathan, '' said Alex, `` I can see that these missy really necessitate a Church Father 's supervision. I think this idea of your married woman 's is not bad at all. Mr. Tanner and I will have a few things to say to you both. first, though, take off those suits and put on something more appropriate for fifteen year-olds. ``

'' We 'll consider them off if you want, Mr. Carbone, '' my girl said, crossing his weapon with defiance `` but we wo n't be wearing anything. Which for Rio is acceptable. '' `` Besides, we do n't have any early swimsuits, '' she offered, her nose in the air.

Alex shook his pass at me. `` They think they 're actual wild, do n't they ? ``

'' Oh Daddy, '' continued genus Melissa, `` we also told the hotel something else. I hope you do n't get mad. ``

'' beloved, I wo n't be mad if you march upstairs right field now and deepen into something more set aside. ``

'' Oh, all right, '' said genus Melissa. `` But you know what ? We sort of told them that, uh well ... ''

'' We told them that we 're your girlfriends, '' my daughter interjected, flatly interrupting her comfortably champion. With that, the two girls pivoted around on their bare foot and headed back to their room. I caught myself watching my girl 's tooshie. Even the soh of her infantry were attractive as Hell. 'How am I going to get through this torturing ?'said that voice inside my heading. Luckily, the resort catered to upscale clientele and I had a intuition that older men with younger char was more for par than not.

That afternoon, we tried to spend the type of 'quality sentence'that my wife had so ardently counseled to my girl and me. We four played a little tennis, we went horseback riding along the gullible forest trails, and we even stopped to look up to a kinsfolk of monkeys. Throughout, I was so self-conscious of my unsettle spirit about my girl, that I found myself talking more to genus Melissa than to Andrea. Andrea seemed to sense this, and withdrew from me, spending more time herself with Carbone. I partnered with genus Melissa at tennis and later, I helped her mount her sawbuck. Meanwhile, Alex cracked jokes and made low talking with my daughter, who seemed to avoid my eyes, every time I tried to glance her way. Instead, she laughed at Alex'stale humor and even complimented him on his tennis game. She also frequently touched him with her handwriting, to get his attention, to wee a head, or to answer to his sense of humour ; a privilege she had never accorded to me. Maybe Alex was n't mindful of it, but I could certainly assure that his way of looking at my own lovely girl was every bit as intense as my own.

After our sweaty drive, we went back to our respective bedrooms and showered. Alex and I were sitting out on the balcony having a crapulence the balcony door opened. It was Melissa. She was barefoot and wearing a very short silky blue robe, obviously fresh out of the bath. Her hair was wet and combed straight back. She slipped inside and in a very mild little girl 's interpreter addressed her don. `` pa, can I delight ask you and Mr. sixpence for a big favor ? Please, oh please ? ``

'' Sure honey. What is it ? ``

'' Well, we were wondering. You know what Andrea and I said about telling the hotel we were your lady friend ? So they would n't say anything about our swimsuits ? ``

'' Yes, '' said her father flatly. `` What is it now ? '' I was already fighting back the growing tension in my stomach.

'' It would be just for fun, you know. We were wondering if you and Mr. tanner would call for us out to dinner, not in the way, but in the nice restaurant nearby. ``

'' Yes. Go on. ``

'' And that you and Mr. Tanner would, kind of, well sort of 'pretend'we were your dinner date. Me with Mr. Tanner ; and you, dada with Andrea. It would be just for fun. Please ? ``

Alex looked at me and shrugged. `` I guess it ca n't hurt. We got ta eat, right ? ``

'' We were also wondering, daddy. ``

'' Yes, '' said Carbone, mildly stern.

'' If you and Mr. Tanner would order some flower for us, like for rattling girlfriends. ``

I could n't help noticing her pretty bare human foot with pink smash polish and the cunning way she kept rubbing one on top of the other.

'' Well, honey, this is starting to go kind of expensive. I do n't roll in the hay ... ''

'' Do n't care about it, '' I broke in. `` I 'll just put it on my disbursement account. ``

'' And pa ? ``

'' What now, honey. ``

'' We were hoping that you and Mr. tanner would really arrange up nice. Me and Andrea have these veridical pretty dresses we want to wear and we want you guys to look kind of nice, too.

'' okay, dearest. I guess for once we can do more of the kind of thing you girls really opt. Is there anything else ? '' said Carbone, with a tone of heavy finality.

'' Well, papa, there is. I was wondering if, well since we 're your engagement and all. Sorry, 'pretend'dates. That Mr. tanner, Jonathan, could call up me genus Melissa and I could call him Jonathan. If that 's okay. '' She smiled, then bit her lower lip and shrugged her shoulders as she said this, shooting me a very quick, timid glimpse. `` And if Andrea could call you Al. She thinks you look like an 'Al'instead of an Alex. You know, like Al Pacino. ``

With mock exasperation, Carbone raised his eyes to a monolithic forest shaft of light of the ceiling. `` Is that it ? Finally ? ``

'' One final examination thing, dada. Our dresses are variety of, well sort of, you know. They 're sexy ? They 're short. Please do n't say anything. Oh, and you can pick us up in about three time of day. Bye Daddy and thank you. '' She kissed her founding father 's cheek and skipped out, but then stuck her head in the threshold one final time. `` Oh, and Daddy, Andrea thinks you 're variety of cute. You are too, Mr. tanner, I mean, Jonathan. ``

Carbone turned to me, rubbing the rear of his brain. `` I 'm sorry about this, old man. What have we gotten ourselves into ? I hope it does n't set you back too much. ``

'' No problem, '' I assured him. The literal problem for me would involve the noetic, moral, and 'yes'even legal upshot of how to act naturally in front of my ravishing daughter, when I had such growing affected thoughts in my heart.

Laughing and slapping me on the berm, Carbone interrupted my genial cross-examination saying, `` you got ta admit, though, this is kinda cute. ``

In exactly three hours, we called on the girls, with efflorescence. The bedroom door was cracked assailable as Alex knocked. `` Are dates are here, '' sang Melissa 's sweet interpreter from within. `` Come in you guys. '' Two exercise set of giggles greeted us as we pushed the door candid and entered. The essence and other delicious offspring little girl scents were thick in the air. I could already finger my palms sweat, more so than I recall having on my very first date, in fact. That escort was also with a fifteen year old girl in gamy school named Carrie, who was so aphrodisiac to me I could barely bestow myself to utter a one word all evening. Melissa 's description of their dresses had n't begun to draw how sexy these were. They were tight, they were unforesightful at mid-thigh, and they showed cleavage. The missy wore high heel heart to play off their dresses, Andrea in gullible and Melissa in red. Both were highly made up and their fuzz was styled. They each looked several years honest-to-god and were even more beautiful and sexy than before, if that was possible. I felt like a rock had hit the fundament of my stomach and was making its way into my groin.

'' Do you like it ? '' said Melissa, playing with her hair, raising it and letting it strike, strand-by- strand. `` We had it styled downstairs this afternoon. Makes us look like substantial babes, does n't it ? '' I could n't call for my middle off Andrea 's youthful titty, which were straining to break through the sheer textile of her green spaghetti-strap dress.

'' Melissa, I think you girls have gone a bit too far, '' said her Father of the Church. `` What do you conceive ? '' said Carbone, turning to me.

I swallowed hard, as I said, `` we are your fathers. As your fathers, we 'll talk about this on the way back dwelling. For tonight, as your fathers, we made an agreement. I guess, as your fathers, we have to take you beautiful young lady out after all this trouble. ``

'' That 's correct, daddy, '' said Andrea. `` Uh, are n't you forgetting something ? ``

'' Oh, right, '' I said, presenting my bouquet of garden pink rosebush to Melissa. `` These are for you. ``

'' For me ? That 's so sweetness, Mr. Tanner, I mean : Jonathan. '' The balmy, lilting way she said my first gens sent a warmly earth tremor down my entire body.

'' She can call you Jonathan, ca n't she dada ? ``, said my daughter, taking her flowers from Carbone.

'' Daddy, are n't you going to snog Andrea on the cheek ? '' said Melissa to her father. `` She 's your appointment. '' With a face of resignation, Alex bent to kiss my lovely girl 's buttock. I thought I caught her middle flashing at me for a second.

'' Thank you, Al, red roses are my ducky, '' my daughter said, putting her arm around Carbone 's neck and giving him a pile on the corner of his oral cavity. In venom of his Sicilian olive complexion, Alex turned a dark red.

'' dad, are n't you forgetting ? '' said Melissa to her Dad, who nervously plunged his paw in his pockets.

'' Yes, uh, well, Andrea, you look very, very attractive tonight, '' said Carbone to my daughter, shifting his feet.

'' Thank you, '' said my daughter to Carbone. `` I love the way you look in that suit. '' Andrea then cleared her throat and flashed me a cheating look.

'' right hand ''. `` Uh, Miss Carbone, genus Melissa, you look very nice tonight, '' I said.

'' dada, what sort of a thing to say is that ? '' my daugther said to me stridently. `` Nice ? '' `` She looks hot and she 's beautiful. She 's a hot Cy Young babe, Daddy. Just because she 's my respectable friend does n't think you ca n't be honorable. Say it. ``

I looked apologetically at Carbone. However, right now I could deny my daughter zilch. `` You, uh, look like a very hot young lady, Melissa. '' My daughter shook her head, eyeing me with disgust, giving her arm to Carbone. I went through the rite of bending toward Melissa to put up her the negotiated kiss on the face. However, as soon as her father 's binding was turned, she planted a full-of-the-moon, red-lipsticked candy kiss on my brim, then playfully pushed me toward the door.

'' Let 's go, '' she chirped. `` This is gon na be fun. ``

Under the moonlight, our walk from the villa to the restaurant followed a small lead through the dark-green timberland, passing a little silvery waterfall. Inside the piazza, the girlfriend chose a bum kiosk. The mood was strong and romantic, with the orange-red glow of an open-hearthed fireplace, reflected off yellow pine beams and mahogany tree antique. Our daughter sat in the middle of our booth, with the guy wire at the last. Melissa slid up next to me while Andrea did the same with Alex. The girls soon left the table and went to the restroom. When they returned, a waiter brought bubbly to our board and briskly popped it outdoors, while our daughter giggled. Alex and I then realized they had ordered it and shown their fake ID. Melissa pleaded with her father to let her have some, telling him what they were doing was just a 'one-time fun affair'. He grudgingly gave in, as long as he controlled the pouring. Of course of study, I went along with anything my beautiful Andrea had in judgement. Soon, another bottle was brought to the tabular array, followed by yet another. We began laughing louder and telling stories. Alex began discussing the secretary in his accountancy firm, who had carpet burns on her knee joint every time she came from a closed-door session in his boss'office. Andrea talked about one of the cheerleaders at her school being elected to pay a special visit to the football coach to get him to wind his sanction against the team 's star running back, who had been banned for drinking.

Carbone now had his sleeve around my daughter, showing her the Italian way to flap spaghetti on her crotch. She lifted it for him to eat. He continued pouring fizzy Champagne into our glasses, most of it into mine and his. genus Melissa was next to me, driving me softheaded with the soft rustling sounds coming from her nylon-stockinged second joint, as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

Soon, I found myself laughing into Melissa 's cervix and my arm around her shoulder. Her smell was intoxicating. She had slid following to me, crushing her decently thigh against my left. I looked over at Andrea who was also getting very cozy with Carbone, touching his shoulder and bureau repeatedly as she spoke. The girls occasionally exchanged wise and sexy slight smirks. Suddenly, I felt my left hand being guided by Melissa onto the top of her smooth, nylon-stockinged second joint, right above the knee.

Glancing over at my cover girl daughter Andrea, I noticed under the table that she had taken off her right skid and that she was lightly grazing her foot along Alex 's own right calfskin, through the grey flannel of his suit. Carbone was still laughing and telling joke, apparently yet unaware of the growing conversancy with which he was pressing up against my daughter. Meanwhile, Melissa had placed her hand on mine, gently caressing it, still holding it on her upper thigh. It was perhaps the mellow altitude, the plenty air, or just the romantic mise en scene, but I was starting to palpate More than a bit intoxicated. The champagne continued flux, and the young woman were encouraging their founding father to make one pledge after another : to Italia, to the Supreme Court, to infant Ruth, to virtually every topic or put-on that we had mentioned. Alex and I were doing nigh of the imbibing by now. I was aware of moments of fourth dimension slipping quickly past, with others seeming to stop dead in place.

I looked over at Andrea, who was now crossing Champagne glasses with Carbone, each drinking from the other 's shabu. In doing so, still under Carbone 's veracious arm, she was now pressing her left bosom into his chest. I turned to Melissa, who smiled sweetly at me, sighed, and rested her chief on my berm. With her hand on mine, she now began to rub my handwriting along her upper berth thigh, back and forth, inching progressively upward, finally reaching to the border of her very short attire. She whispered softly to me, `` It 's approve, Mr. sixpence, I mean Jonathan. I have date who do a lot Thomas More than that. '' Suddenly, she pulled my hand further under her dress until it touched her panties. I breathlessly withdrew it and she grabbed it back, bringing it to her back talk. She guided it to her left-hand titty, lightly housed in the sheer fabric of her dress and bra. My hand lingered a few minute before I pulled it away.

I looked over at my girl and found, to my astonishment, that she herself was now resting her head on Carbone 's shoulder, with her arm beneath the tabular array in the direction of his fork, obviously moving back and Forth. Loud-mouthed Carbone had been silent now for a few seconds. Then, I saw my daughter upgrade her rim and kiss Carbone 's chest, then move them to his neck opening, grazing it. She whispered in his ear and raised her lip to him. Carbone kissed them. He broke the kiss and looked over at me, with a mixture of apologetic plethora and excitement in his face. Under her founder 's centre, genus Melissa chose that second to kiss me on the rim, which was followed by my daughter kissing Carbone again, this metre with much Thomas More fire. Melissa turned from watching her safe friend kiss her father and reached down to my own private parts to rub it. It was at that degree that I let my C. H. Best sound judgment fly right out the window and I reached out to squeeze her titty, kissing her with real passion. My mind ignited as she put her tongue in my mouth and kissed me back, hard.

I realized that Carbone and I were now openly necking with each former 's 15 twelvemonth old daughter, in the backbone booth of a public eating house. My daughter had gotten me so worked up in the endure twenty-four hr, however, that I almost did n't care. After about ten hour of heated up kissing and touching, genus Melissa dropped her bombshell on me.

'' Jonathan, '' she whispered into my ear, `` Andrea and I are on the pill so it 's okey. ``

Suddenly somewhat sobered, I desperately tried to stop myself from holding the soft, warm, sweet-smelling teenaged chassis of Melissa, but I could no more do so than stop the massive erection that was now tenting in my pants.

Melissa cupped her hand again to my ear : `` We want both of you to drive us back to the hotel and have sex us. '' She lay her chief against my shoulder and sighed.

I glanced at my girl, who was likewise whispering into Carbone 's ear, as if on cue.

The remainder of our visit in the restaurant was a blur. I 'm not sure how long we stayed, who got up first, or how I now found myself on the romantic forest path that led back to the parking lot. I had my arm around Melissa and, up ahead, Carbone was wrapped around my daughter. I bent to kiss my 'date'and found my credit batting order in her teeth as she giggled. Somehow, I do n't conceive the girls were as tipsy as the Father-God and they in fact led the way back to the villa. Carbone started singing a notable piece from the opera La Traviata, with the little girl giggling and humming in attendant. In front end of the door to the Francisco Villa, all four of us got very tranquilize. Our daughter each had their promontory pressed tightly against the chests of their best admirer 's dad, who both held on tightly, stroking the girls'hair.

As we walked in, Carbone and I exchanged glance. We were still sober enough to know exactly what we were getting into. I could tell from his wide-eyed look that every nerve in his eubstance was on edge with a mix of troubled and yet thrilled anticipation. He fumbled with his key at the lock and Andrea guided his sway hand. My arm around Melissa, I escorted her a duad paces encourage inside and headed toward my chamber. She came out from my grasp.

'' No, Jonathan. We want to do it together, all four of us. ``

Melissa reached for my hired man and pulled me backwards into the greatroom with Andrea and Carbone. It suddenly hit me that what I had in computer memory for the night was watching my beautiful teenage daughter having sex in figurehead of me, while I got it on with her best friend. As I crossed the doorstep, I hesitated. 'No contest'I decided, as I thought of seeing my beautiful Andrea naked.

The girls pushed all the pillows to the floor around the firepit. Each girl then approached the other 's founding father and began removing his wearing apparel. Carbone and I made no exertion to reject. We were planted like two tree, corpse and bracing for the storm. We lay back on the pillows on either face of the fire wearing only our underpants, leaning on our elbows.

The girl rose to confront each former. They began running their finger through each other 's pilus, playing gently with it, letting it fall in strands from upraised fingers. They gazed fiercely into each former 's eye and made rebuff kissing motion at each early with their sassing. With right-down astonishment I watched as my beautiful youthful daughter and her admirer entered an erotic ballet in which they lightly kissed, touched, and rubbed one another. They removed each former 's dresses and bras. They presented each set of titties to the early and playfully rubbed their pap together. They sensually removed each early 's gamy bounder and garterbelts, after which they slowly peeled each other 's nylon stockings with their finger and teeth, kissing skin as they went. I had no idea my daughter could possibly do such things. No girlfriend, not even a tart I had been with as a young man had ever brought me to the foreplay I now experienced.

Now wearing only their step-in, the girls mashed their bodies together, wrapped their arms and script around each other 's back and head, and kissed with greater endearment than in any Graeco-Roman Hollywood heterosexual person love scene. Then they spun and came towards us. To my surprise, Andrea came toward me, while genus Melissa approached her father.

'' daddy, I want you to take them off, '' said Andrea, offering me her backside. `` Do it, '' she insisted, her harsh vocalisation cutting through me like steel.

genus Melissa also turned her back towards her father. Carbone and I had already removed our underpants and both had our shaft in our bridge player, with very engaged agendas. We immediately interrupted our vivid stroking to suit our beautiful daughter. Andrea rolled her palm tree across her tit as I placed my manus on the delicate elastic of her step-in. I pulled the elastic straight out toward me and played with it for just a moment, stretching it and wrapping my finger's breadth inside it, running horizontally along its distance, delicately grazing the skin along Andrea 's hips and backside, savoring each secondment of time.

'' Well ? What are you waiting for ?, '' said my bitchy niggling girl.

I pulled lightly on the fabric and inched it down. The crotch of her scanty adhered with wetness and trailed behind the rest. I gently tugged at it, which brought a indulgent moan from my girl 's throat as it pulled at her supply ship kitty flesh. I then savored each inch of my daughter as I slowly brushed a trail down her stage with her panty. Raising her fluffy aureate hair with both hands and letting it cascade down across her shoulders and back, my daughter deeply sighed with content and flexed her delicate pes as she stepped out of her panties, totally nude person. genus Melissa had already been depantied by her father and was slowly running her fingerbreadth up and down the still figure of her hips and waist, right before his eyes.

'' Thank you, Daddy, '' said Andrea, with sarcasm in her voice. She squatted down for a here and now in my lap, rubbing my member with her firm teenaged bum, before moving to her best friend. In that too brief moment, it was all I could do to keep myself from raping her and coming instantly inside her, as my brain nearly melted. The girls met and french-kissed one last sentence at the edge of the bed, rubbing their savourless low-toned bellies up-and-down and sideways together and cupping their white meat into each early 's nipples.

Andrea joined Carbone on his side of the firepit and genus Melissa jumped onto my eubstance, happily giggling like a little young lady, with a naughty red font. She playfully pushed me into a prone position, still giggling, and took my member in her manus, brushing it across the light wisps of black pilus of her girlish mound.

'' Fuck Andrea, pa, '' she shouted at her father, as she guided my penis into her own hollow. Without suspension whatsoever, she rode me like a little cyprian. I could n't believe her right-down want of modesty, nor that of my Andrea, who was now sucking Carbone 's cock with delight, bathing it in her saliva and making loud smacking interference that could probably wake the entire hotel.

Moments later, Andrea too assumed a position astride Carbone, wildly hunching herself down onto his hard Italian cock. He thrusting upwards into my beautiful Andrea like there was no tomorrow. I did the same to his footling girl. Our daughters made considerable noise, laughing, gasping, moaning, squealing with teenaged joy. They only had centre for each former most of the time, their faces thrilling to the fact they were fucking each other 's dad. oculus locked together, they started to play bobbing game, sometimes hunching in unison and sometimes in counter measure to each other, shrieking with sexual pleasure. Andrea started screaming at her best friend, `` I 'm gon na cum on your pa 's cock ! Tell him to fuck me hard ! Now ! Oh, yes. Melissa, your papa 's gon na make me cum. Tell him to know me harder. ``

'' pappa, fuck her. shtup as hard as you can, Daddy, '' genus Melissa screamed at her Padre. `` Oh God, I 'm gon na cum too. piece of tail me, Mr. tanner, I mean Jonathan. Fuck me. ``

'' dada, '' said my wildly take a hop daughter, `` Fuck her. piece of ass her. Fuck her. screwing her. Fuck her. fucking her. fucking her. Fuck her. Yes. Yes. Yes. fucking her. '' My daughter then screamed with pleasure as she kept bobbing up and down.

Never in my life had I ever needed any less boost to fornicate. I pounded away at Melissa, wondering if my cock would suddenly appear at the opening to her mouth. I could find out Carbone 's massive tool thudding hard and squishing, each time it hit the top of my own girl 's cunt, as she wildly impaled herself, uncaring about any permanent wrong that could ensue. It was abhorrent and out of control. I suddenly found myself coming and thrusting my spermatozoan up into Cy Young Melissa 's squeezing and unsqueezing mess. My penis thrilled to the exit and I wanted it to go on and on. Carbone was already near the end of his own exhausting cum in my Andrea, making the close of many cryptical guttural sounds in his throat. After my net squirt, genus Melissa held my penis in position inside her as she tried to catch her breath. She cupped her vagina with one hand.

Finally, thing settled down. Both girlfriend, paused for a moment, one script resting on the abs of their best admirer'gasping father.

'' Melissa, are you ready ? '' asked my beautiful daughter, wiping the retentive sweaty strands of blonde hair from her face with her free hand.

'' Yes, harbour on money box I get there. ``

With that, each young lady raised up from the cock that had been spearing her and immediately and desperately cupped her own teenaged slit with her other script. They struggled to rush toward each other, between Carbone and myself. Carbone and I, though nearly spent from our few mad mo of mania were craning our cervix to see, still hoping for more.

The girls immediately lay side-by-side, propped on an elbow, in opposite focus to each other, lifting their left legs straight into the air. With their relinquish hand, they continued to cup their vaginas, retaining their wanted liquid contents. When they had both settled in, each fille released her deal from her cunt, the other young lady 's oral cavity poised directly above. I watched with disbelief as my beautiful Andrea lightly dabbed, then wholeheartedly plunged her perfumed pinkish tongue into her best champion 's vagina and began ravenously devouring the payload of sperm cell I had just delivered there. At the same time, with wet wagging tongue, genus Melissa heartily drank down her own Fatherhood 's semen from my girl 's pink shaven slit.

'' Oh Daddy, it 's so in effect, '' said Andrea between slurps. `` I love your member juice. I love the tone of your sperm, pop. ``

'' Um-hmh, Daddy, '' echoed Melissa to her own father, between slurps. `` Umm, this is the best penis juice in the world. ``

The girls continued drinking from each other 's vagina, slurping, sucking, smacking their rim, making contented hums deep in their unseasoned throat, shutting their eyes and shivering with pleasure as they swallowed, and producing the most obscene strait I had ever heard as their tongue tapped noisily and wetly. When they had swallowed most of the valued elixir, they slurped up the remaining juices from each early 's thighs and surrounding sphere. Then, Andrea crawled onto Melissa, resting her full-of-the-moon free weight on her girl and french-kissed her for a few golden moments, as genus Melissa 's arms and pegleg locked around my daughter. Between candy kiss, the two nude daughter seemed to whisper nasty affair into each other 's capitulum, over and over, as they giggled and squealed with sexual delight.

The miss rubbed their entire eubstance together, smothering their giggles with another kiss, trading the remaining succus in their mouths with the back and Forth sucking of their glossa. I then watched as they rose opening the balcony door and dipped into the hot tub. They motioned for us. I staggered on shaking legs as Alex crawled toward the hottub. The girls laughed as he crawled in. For me my cock was getting hard again and it felt as if it were leading me.

I expected Melissa to make her way to me but instead my daughter leaned into me, her hands on my knees.

'' Daddy, you 've got to make some more penis juice for me. I want more, '' she said insistently.

'' Andrea, what we 're doing ... ''

'' I want your succus, Daddy. I want it now. NOW ! '' With the insistent tone of a little beef, Andrea cut off my last ditch base to fight back the lunar time period of effect that would commute our lives forever.

She squatted on my lap rubbing her hammock against my intemperately cock. I tried to osculate her but she avoided my mouth. I tried to tinct her knocker, then fondle her legs, as she tugged me towards her. She forcefully spashed my hands away from her torso and turned around. She lifted her perfect tense round ass up over the water, giving me a lap terpsichore. She turned facing me again putting a tit in my oral fissure while tugging on my penis, she craned her neck to look at it a moment, twisting it sharply back and forth. Then, she roughly jerked it down and placed it at the ingress to her pussy.

'' I want your penis juice inside me, Daddy. Now. ``

I forgot all about Melissa and her Dad, although I could find out genus Melissa 's diffuse voice : `` Melissa 's pussy wants to taste your penis juice too, Daddy. roll in the hay me. '' Seconds later the air was rent by young lady friend screech of delight and the sound of splashing water. I was lost in my own bitchy short girlfriend 's reasonably knock kitty-cat, that opened up to me like a heyday. Andrea now had her hands behind my head, her thick, golden wavy hair was draped all around her angelic aspect. My girl looked proudly, almost defiantly into my eyes.

'' small fry me, Daddy. Promise me you 'll squirt me as much as possible. ``

I was already a million miles past the point of no yield. My daughter 's uplift dish had set me on fervency. I wrapped my arms underneath my girl 's articulatio humeri and entered her, fully. I began thrusting happily into her tight dampness, thrilling to my chassis thawing with hers. As I pumped her, I stared right into her eye, beholding the loveliness of my daughter as she offered herself up to me so brazenly. The sweet joy of her kitty overtaking my pot, I now focused only on each second of time as I plunged and boned into Andrea 's very core, desperately trying to fathom completely through her, to gut her active with my cock. My paw cupped her ass lifting her on my pole. Each inward and outwards rubbing was producing the most excruciatingly delicious feeling my penis had ever known. I would never in my life be able to get enough of this agonizingly tremendous flame in my cockhead as it sank into the forbidden teenaged deepness of the Heaven between my girl 's thighs.

I lifted her out of the water, leaning her against the soft cushion on the edge of the tub. She soon got into the calendar method and wrapped her smooth legs around my vertebral column, trying to arrest her breath between soul-shaking moans of joy, thrusting every bit of her Thomas Young body back at me, with decent force to nearly lift me off. She repeatedly slapped the hound of her cunning metrical unit hard against the soma of my buttocks, forcing me into her as she thrust wildly up against me. I could n't think her strength and force, as she rammed herself back against me, again and again and again. Suddenly, she started scratching my spine and pulling my hair. Her beautiful face twisted in blissful agony. `` Unh, Unh. Squirt, Daddy ! Unh. Fuck me as hard as you can. Unh. Oh, pop. NOW ! YES ! Unh. Now Daddy, squirt your juice into me. force out me, Daddy. Squirt meee ! Unh. Yes. Unh. Squirt me ! Yes, oh yes, oh yes. Mmmmm. Squirt me, Daddyyyy. ``

Andrea was cumming long and hard, violently shaking her head teacher sideways, her bass blue eyes rolled up their sockets. Her beautiful cheeks turned deep red and she gagged for breath. She was bathing my penis in her own wet honey-cum, basting my bloated cock with floodlight after inundation of the sweetest pussy succus. Despite the midst syrup that suddenly came gushing warmly onto my pubic hair and bollock, her teenaged hole held me tight. The air was duncish with the rich, peppery odor of her mystifying perfume. My penis was now making flashy splats in her cunt. Suddenly, I felt myself fulfilling her urgent orders as squirt I did. From the intense force per unit area and delirious waiver, it felt as though a quart or to a greater extent of rich succus was rushing with burning at the stake, intolerable pleasure from my balls, up the tube through the underside of my penis, squirting into Andrea 's clenching and unclenching maw, jerking again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Her shattering shriek of intimate ecstasy filled my head.

Finally, I rolled off my daughter and nearly passed out. After several min during which I mindlessly stared at the star topology overhead. I reached for her but my hand only felt the warm pool of fragrant cum she had produced. Suddenly, I felt a jabbing fingerbreadth in my ribs. It was Andrea who had picked up her super acid dress and shoes.

'' Come to the bedchamber, pa, '' said my picayune girl with bureau. `` Well ? be active it ! '' I slowly rose and started looking for my pants.In the background, I could still hear the urgent fuck strait of Melissa and her father. `` dad, come on. Now ! This second, '' she bitchily ordered. They were still in the tub, Melissa leaning over the border while her father fucked her from behind. I staggered over the pillows, grabbed my shirt, and followed Andrea, who was already padding down the room in her bare ft to the bedchamber. She was still naked, pressing her garb and shoes against herself.

'' Hurry up, papa. ``

I quickly opened the door, my daughter came to me and threw her arms around my waist, bending upwards on the crest of her toes to kiss me. We kissed softly. I could still feel the burn of the heavy slaps she had given me before.

'' Carry me to bed, Daddy. ``

I tenderly lifted and carried Andrea to bed and set her gently down. She opened the concealment and I crawled in next to her and we cuddled, nuzzled, caressed, and gently kissed awhile. Then, we heated up again and spent the future several hours screwing intensively, each session followed by brief intermissions of quiet, tender kissing, never leaving each former 's sleeve. She was beauty. She was rapture. She captured my soul. Finally, her head on my chest, Andrea spoke to me.

'' I 'm still mad at you, dada. ``

'' I 'm dismal baby. ``

'' Very mad. ``

'' Sorry for everything. ``

'' When I was petty, you used to get it on me. ``

'' I still do. ``

'' No you do n't. You 're never around when I need you. ``

'' I 'm really, really grim, baby. ``

'' You do n't even know me anymore. ``

'' I promise you baby, I 'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I love you, Andrea, in every way. I know it 's not saying much, or something you can interpret about me, but since coming on this slip with you I have n't thought one metre about my law practice. I love you that much. It 's like everything just emptied out of me and I became filled with you. Only you. ``

'' Does your penis roll in the hay me ? '' she said in a pouting little girl voice.

'' Yes, very much. ``

'' wellspring, papa, your penis is going on trial for awhile until you pass the test. The 'Daddy test'. ``

'' I promise, beloved, whatever it takes ; I 'll induce more time for you. I 'll give up my practice. I 'll retire. I 'll commute careers. We 'll go away together. Whatever you want. I just want to be near you, forever and ever. Ever and ever and ever. ``

'' fountainhead, just let your phallus know dad that you only get one chance at the 'Daddy examination'. One chance. So do n't squander it, Daddy. ``

Needless to say I delegated to the highest degree of the work to some young aegir lawyers and spent most of the time with Andrea.

At the end of the week, just as we were getting packed to devolve home, I received a earphone birdcall. It was Jennifer, my wife.

'' How was your week dearest ? '' she asked.

'' Oh, we 're fine. I 'm fine. Fine, '' I stammered.

'' Did you and Andrea have fun ? ``

'' Fun. Yes. It was sanction, I guess. well, you 'd receive to ask her if she did. Do you want to talk to her ? ``

'' No, I 'm just checking in with my sweet husband. You sound very relaxed. ``

'' How did you know we 'd be here ? ``

'' Oh, it was sort of my little plan with Andrea. ``

'' programme ? ``

'' By the way, do you like the way she fucks ? I certainly do. ``

'' You mean, you and Andrea ... ? '' `` Yes, silly. How else do you think I 've been able-bodied to take those long, lonely daylight and Night while you were meddlesome at the spot ? After all, I did n't require to get down cheating on you with a man. You know how oversexed I am. Anyway, now that you two are fucking, I hope that both Andrea and I can count on you joining us every week-end.

By the way, Andrea wants us all to go to Europe this summer. She says it 's share of your test. Something she calls the 'Daddy examination'. Oh, and this winter she wants you to fill her skiing in Aspen. Oh, and after that she wants you both to inscribe in fencing material course. She thinks fencing is very classy. Do n't you ? And after that she wants us all to go on a man duty tour of the famous restaurants. Let 's see, she wants you to buy a sailing boat so you two can find out to sail together. After that she wants us all to ...