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TED'S HORNY GIRLS (M/F,M+/F,M/f,M+/f,inc,preg)
by Art West

Chapter 1: Fantasies and reality

My wife Sharon was my ideal from the time we met.  She is tall (only
about an inch shorter than my 5ft 11in) and statuesque (big boned,
with prominent, although not enormous breasts ... 38C).  Even now at
the age of 40 she has thick auburn hair which she wears long, and
(for me quite a turn-on) her pubic hair is equally thick and auburn
coloured.  She was not my first sexual partner, but before my
relationship with her my sex life had consisted of rather occasional
encounters, interspersed with long periods of enforced celibacy
during which I survived on fantasies, girlie magazines and
masturbation.  I was already 30 when we began going out, while she
was still only 22.  I was aware that she was not a virgin, but at the
beginning I still imagined myself as the experienced partner, opening
up new worlds to her.  Only slowly did I come to realize that she had
packed a lot more sexual experience into the years since she lost her
cherry at age 17.

After about six months of going out regularly we moved into together,
and we seemed at that stage to be highly compatible.  I got great
satisfaction from sex with Sharon, and sort of assumed that she did
too. I didn't make great sexual demands, and had no desire to look
for any more pussy than what I had from Sharon.  When she fell
pregnant a few months later, I was if anything delighted to seal our
relationship by getting married, and so we became Mr and Mrs Ted
Grant at a traditional wedding.  Baby Samantha arrived six months'
later, on Sharon's 24th birthday.  About 18 months later, the family
was completed by the arrival of our second daughter Selina.

I fantasized much about sexual adventures, but in reality my sex
drive did, if anything, seem to diminish over the years, while
Sharon's increased.  From early on in our marriage, however, I could
get very turned on when, at my insistence, Sharon described her
earlier sexual experiences to me. I got a vicarious thrill out of
hearing these stories, especially when they involved previous
boyfriends whom we still saw socially.  The thought of their hands
fondling her tits and pussy, and their cocks entering her orifices
could give me an instant hard-on, and increasingly I needed this
stimulation to get me sufficiently aroused to make satisfactory love. 
One of my favourite stories was of the time she and a girl friend,
both then aged 19, spent a two week holiday touring Spain, and had a
private competition to see who would have the largest number of
lovers.  I continually pressured Sharon to recall more and more
detail of each occasion.

In recent years, however, the excitement of hearing her tell of these
experiences has started to wane as I have become increasingly
familiar with her adventures.  I thus started urging her to weave
fantasies involving current colleagues, friends and strangers.  It
turned out that she had a great imagination, and could regularly
produce new and incredibly hot stories, which really blew new life
into our sex life.  As our girls reached teenage years, she started
also to suggest stories of what they might be doing while out with
their boyfriends, teasing me that I would really like to spy on them,
or perhaps even to take the place of their boyfriends. The fantasies
around Samantha and Selina drove  me even wilder as I made love to
her, although I started to fantasize that it was one of the girls I
was fucking and not Sharon.  

Fantasy started to turn into reality about a year ago, not long after
Sharon's 39th (and Samantha's 15th) birthday.  Sharon is still in
excellent physical condition and good shape. Her boobs are still
sufficiently firm, so that she can carry off the sexiest outfits
without a bra, while her long smooth tanned legs are the stuff dreams
are made of.  She makes a good living from the advertising agency
where she works part-time, and this enables her to maintain an
excellent wardrobe for herself (which she needs for her job anyway),
and the girls. The girls (at 15 and 13) had developed a marvellous
dress sense, although it had not escaped my attention that Sharon
urged them to wear some pretty daring sexy outfits at times, and
many's the time I could feel my cock stirring as I watched them leave
with dates.

I think I shall always remember that night on which these adventures
really started.  Sharon had got me hard with a couple of hot fantasy
stories.  In one story, during a night away at an advertising
convention, and after a few too many after-dinner drinks, she had
gotten into a silly bet with her boss (Paul, a senior partner, but in
fact aged only about 35) on the result of a football match showing on
the TV in the bar.  The loser would carry out any forfeit the winner
devised.  She lost, and she had to remove the bra she was wearing
below her filmy semi-transparent blouse, and give it to the barman. 
She had to stay drinking in the bar for at least another hour.  By
the end of the hour, she was so horny on the drink and exhibitionism
that she readily agreed to spend the night with Paul in his room,
where they fucked three times.

In the second story, she had been lunching with a prospective client. 
At the end of lunch he asked her what she would do to get the
contract, and she had replied: "I'll do anything".  He said: "OK,
then come with me to the motel up the road, which rents rooms by the
hour".  She went with him, and he made her stand with him at the
reception desk while he booked and paid for the room, and while the
clerk looked her up and down lecherously with a smirk.  Once in the
room, he lay on his back on the bed. She had to take down his
trousers, strip naked herself, and suck his cock until he was hard.
Then she had to ride him to climax.

These were the hottest fantasies she had come up with in months, and
telling them seemed to get Sharon hot as well.  She pushed me on to
my back, and started riding me energetically, crying out as orgasms
overtook her.  I was nearing climax when suddenly she gasped out:
"What would you say .... aaah ... aah ... if I told you that these
stories were .... aaah ... aah ... NOT fantasies?"  "Wha ... What are
you trying to say?", I managed to grunt out.  "The stories I told you
are not make believe .... I actually did these things.  I have
regularly been fucking both Paul and my client Bob Henderson since
these events happen".  As this sunk in to my befuddled brain, it
seemed that my cock grew by another 20%;  I bucked against Sharon
harder than I had done in years as the images of her fucking the
other two men flooded through my brain.  Very soon I came, spewing
out gallons of spunk in one of the most intense climaxes I had ever
experienced.

As we lay with our passions subsiding, however, some doubts came to
the fore.  Had I heard  right?  Was Sharon regularly taking other
lovers? Could I deal with this now that the passion of our coupling
was past?  Sharon broke into my thoughts: "You really got off on that
didn't you?  You're really a perverted voyeur at heart, aren't you?"
she teased.  "I think you would get off on it even more intensely if
you could actually see me making love to Paul, or Bob, or maybe
others".  I was literally speechless, and my mouth just opened and
shut soundlessly, at which she laughed: "That says more than any
words ever could!".

Sharon rolled over to the one side, and idly ran her fingers up and
down my chest as she continued: "We could do it quite easily, you
know".

"What do you mean?"

Sharon seemed to have it all worked out: "You remember that the girls
are going away for the weekend on their school trip, don't you? 
Well, I can tell both Paul and Bob that you are also away for the day
at a convention, and that we could work undisturbed here on
completing Bob's project.  I'm sure that they both know, or at least
strongly suspect, that I am fucking the other.  So it will not take
much from my side to precipitate some pretty hot action."

"With both together" I gasped.

"For sure!  I'm woman enough, and it'll give you more to see!"

"But where am I supposed to be all the time?"

"The garage!", said Sharon.  

Now our house is built on a slope, and the garage is about half a
floor higher than our living area.  The steps descend into the
kitchen, but the garage shares a wall with the living room The garage
seems to have been added on after the house was built, and there are
ventilation panels in this wall, almost at ceiling level in the
living room, but at mid-wall height in the garage.  One can see
easily into the living room from the garage, and we, in fact, often
call to each other through the panel.  If the garage doors are shut
and the lights are out, however, you can't see anything from the
living room.  So Sharon's idea was simple.  I could secrete myself in
the garage with enough refreshment for the day.  (We have a small
refrigerator in there in any case.)  She would shift the furniture so
that the three-seater sofa faced towards this wall, with a coffee
table in front of it.

Almost as if I was watching myself from far off, I heard my own
rather hoarse voice whispering "OK".  Sharon smiled, leaned over to
kiss me, and went off to shower, leaving me lying on the bed
wondering what have I done??


Chapter 2: Sharon's lovers

Over the next few days I moved almost in robotic fashion.  We saw the
girls off on Friday for their school trip, wearing outfits that would
have had them sent home instantly in my day.

On Saturday morning I placed a chair and a variety of snacks in the
garage, with enough beers in the fridge for the day.  Sharon's outfit
alone was enough to give me a hard-on, and make me want to change my
mind.  She wore a green top having a halter neck which crossed over
her breasts (rather in the fashion of "cross-your-heart" bras), with
the two ends tapering down to ribbon width going round her back, and
to the front again, where it was tied in a bow.  This left a couple
of inches of bare midriff above a short flared white skirt.  Her legs
were bare, and she wore just a pair of gold-coloured sandals that was
little more than an expensive pair of beach thongs.  With her hair
down, she looked about 25, not nearly 40!

I drove out at around 10am, and left the car at a parking lot some
three blocks away.  I returned on foot along a service lane running
behind the houses, in through the kitchen and up to the garage,
locking the door behind me.  I tried to open a beer while I waited,
but my hand shook so much that I spilt about a third of it.  Paul
arrived first, a little before 11am.  The two  of them sat on the
sofa and started kissing quite passionately, while Paul clearly hand
his hand inside her top fondling her breasts.  The sound of their
heavy breathing came through quite clearly to where I was sitting. 
Ten minutes later, however, Bob arrived which called a halt to their
petting.

For the next about 90 minutes nothing of excitement happened, and I
began to wonder whether Sharon had read their intentions correctly. 
At that point, they seemed to have concluded the work they had wanted
to do, and Sharon stood up.  She told them that she had prepared a
light lunch and could open a bottle of wine, but excused herself
first to go to the toilet.  The two men watched her lecherously as
she left, and as soon as she was out of earshot Bob muttered: "God,
Sharon's looking hot today; I've been sitting with a hard-on most of
the time".  Paul laughed: "That's two of us!  Her old man is out
until after 6 tonight, her kids are away for the weekend, and I think
she's game for anything.  There's plenty of her to go around, so I
suggest we co-operate rather than compete", at which they shook
hands.  It was quite a turn on hearing these guys talking of my wife
in this crude manner.

A few minutes later, Sharon came through with the wine and snacks. 
They each took a glass of wine, and the three of them settled back on
the sofa sipping their drinks, with Sharon in the middle of course. 
"Here's to a job well done", said Paul raising his glass, to which
Bob responded "And to a beautiful sexy lady".  They clinked glasses. 
Almost as if rehearsed, the two guys each dropped a hand on to
Sharon's knees.  "Hey", smiled Sharon, "this is not very
professional!", but made no effort to remove their hands as she
leaned backwards and sipped her wine.  Paul took another sip of wine,
put the glass down, and then took Sharon's glass from her and put it
down. He leaned towards Sharon and started kissing her while his hand
moved up to fondle her breast. Bob, in the meantime, watched
benignly, still sipping his wine while idly running his hand up and
down Sharon's inner thigh, gradually moving her skirt ever higher. 
Paul and Sharon's kissing became more intense, as his hand found and
untied the bow holding her top;  in one quick jerk, he pulled the
entire garment off and threw it over the back of the sofa.  His lips
tracked down from her mouth over her neck and down to the closest
nipple, while his other hand continued to fondle the other naked tit.
Sharon was already beginning to moan audibly, and her breathing
became much heavier.  Bob's hand had by this time pushed her skirt
all the way up to her crotch, revealing that she was not wearing
panties!  As Bob's fingers stroked through the thick bush of her
pubic hair and entered her vaginal opening, I nearly shot my load in
sheer excitement.

Sharon started tearing at Paul's shirt and trousers, and soon had him
stripped.  He brought her head down to his crotch, where she started
sucking noisily on his now fully engorged cock.  As she did this, she
moved more on to her knees, with her ass directed towards Bob. He
licked at her pussy for a few minutes, then stood up to remove his
own clothing before also  removing her skirt.  Bob then knelt behind
her, and entered her from behind while one hand reached around to rub
her clit.  With one cock in her mouth and the other deep in her
pussy, Sharon was driven over the edge, and her moans became screams
of ecstasy.  The two men were obviously not going to last long, and
sure enough within a few minutes both were gasping and jerking as
they pumped their semen into Sharon's two willing orifices.  In
sympathy with them, I came in one of the tissues I had with me.  As
the two guys softened, I could see Sharon's lips and cunt muscles
still trying to milk the last few drops out of them.

All three dropped back on to the sofa, looking quite exhausted!
Sharon was quick to recover, however, and was soon re-filling wine
glasses and passing snacks around.  Once she had nibbled a couple of
sandwiches, she took her wine glass, and seated herself  between the
two guys, crosslegged with her feet tucked under her, seemingly
oblivious of the semen leaking out of her wide open pussy.  As Paul
and Bob started to recover, they again started to run their hands
over Sharon's body.  Sharon, in her turn, would kiss (wet noisy open-
mouthed kisses) first one guy, then the other, then back to the first
and so on, and gradually their pricks lost their flaccid look. At
some point, Sharon spilt her wine all over Bob, and with giggling
apology carefully licked it all up.  "That's no fair ... what about
me", complained Paul; so she deliberately poured even more over him
and repeated the performance.  One of the guys then picked up a bowl
of ice cream that was in a cooler on the coffee table, but which had
become rather soft by now, and poured it all over Sharon's tits, to
the accompaniment of shrill shrieks from her. As the molten ice cream
ran down her breasts, over her stomach, and on to her crotch and
thighs, the two men began licking it all off (more giggles from
Sharon). By the time she had more-or-less been cleaned up, Paul was
rock hard again.  Sharon pushed him bag into the seat, and then
straddled him, holding hard on to his penis while she first rubbed it
along her pussy lips, before inserting it into her vagina and sitting
down hard.  Slowly at first, but with increasing tempo, she bounced
up and down on his cock, and was soon having one shuddering climax
after the next.  She pressed her mouth down hard against his, and
even from my vantage point I could see their tongues doing battle,
sometimes outside their mouths, sometimes with mouths locked
together.  Their bodies glistened  with sweat, but they held tightly
on to each other almost in desperation as the coupling became more
and more intense. The raw animal passion was incredibly exciting to
watch, and I wanked in time with them so hard that it hurt.  It
seemed to go on for ever, but it had to end. With a huge groan, Paul
reached climax and pumped his seed deep into Sharon's womb.

Paul might have been through, but not Sharon!  As soon as Paul's
jerking started to die down, she lifted herself off of him, and sat
herself down on Bob, his cock immediately disappearing up to the hilt
in her presumably VERY juicy pussy.  There was almost no interruption
in the action, as Sharon just continued her bouncing and French
kissing with Bob.  She appeared to have 2 or 3 more orgasms, judging
by her screams and shudders, before Bob started to pump his seed to
join that of Paul's in her womb.

Sharon was still lying with her head on Bob's shoulder as their
passion subsided, when the doorbell rang.  "Oh fuck", said Sharon. 
"Oh god" echoed Bob, "that's young Colin Carr.  I'd forgotten about
him".

"Colin is my technical assistant.  He needed to go out to one of our
factories today, but didn't have transport. I let him use my car.  He
dropped me here this morning, and had to return to pick me up unless
I called him!".

Sharon got up from straddling Bob, and walked to the window where she
peeped through the drapes.  "He's quite a hunk", she said.  "Yes",
agreed Bob, "the rumours are that he has bedded half the women in the
company!".

"Well then, I'd better let him in" said Sharon, walking out of the
room towards the hall, still totally naked.  I could hear the door
open, and Sharon's voice saying brightly: "I guess you're Colin who
has bedded half the women in your company. Come on in!".  Well, I
can't say what his faced looked like when this beautiful naked woman
opened the door, but he obviously regained his composure quickly,
because when they entered the room, they had their arms around each
other.  Colin was a tall muscular-looking figure, definitely no more
than 25 years old.  Sharon dropped into an easy chair, spread her
legs wide open, and said: "Come on, stud ... fuck me!".  He was not
slow in obliging.  His t-shirt, jeans and underpants were on the
floor in seconds, revealing a truly monstrous organ at full erection. 
"Ooo!" said Sharon.  Colin moved between her outstretched legs, and
plunged straight in.  Sharon lifted her legs and placed them on his
shoulders, and grasped his buttocks in her hands to pull him hard
against herself.  One wouldn't have thought that she had shut had
numerous orgasms, as within a very short time she was crying out
again as further climaxes racked her body.  This Colin had incredible
stamina, and he must have pumped into her for a good ten minutes
before shooting his load to join those of the other two.

The show was, to my disappointment, however, now over.  Both Paul and
Bob realized that it was much later than they had thought, and
hastily dressed and took their leave (Colin going with Bob, of
course).  As they left, Sharon remained lying back in the chair where
she had been fucked by Colin, and sleepily told them to find their
own way out.  As the cars were heard departing, she smiled up at the
ventilation opening and beckoned lazily to me.  I nearly fell down
the steps getting to her.  I was so turned on by the scenes I had
witnessed over the past few hours, that in spite of having come twice
in my tissues, my balls were aching with the need to fuck Sharon
right there and then.

As I reached her, however, she simply pushed my head down into her
crotch, and told me to lick her out.  Her pussy was unbelievably
juicy from her own lubrication and the four loads of cum leaking out,
and had a quite rich aroma.  But I complied, and for probably 10 or
15 minutes I licked and licked and licked, swallowing her juices and
undoubtedly a lot of come.  Eventually she relented, and I was able
to mount her for one of the most exciting and satisfying fucks I had
ever had with her. And that was not the end.  After showering
(together) and sleeping for a while, we fucked again.  That night we
slept in each other's arms, and made love again the next morning as
we woke up.  It had been many years since I had been able to come so
often in less than 24 hours.

One thing was for sure: I loved Sharon.  But I had now come to
realize that if I was to enjoy maximum and long-lasting sexual
gratification with her, I was going to have to share her with many
other men, and often.  Where possible, I would watch, but otherwise
I would have to rely on her graphic descriptions.  Sometimes, this
may mean some humiliation for me, but it was the price I was going to
have to pay.  I started looking forward to a much richer and varied
sex life than I had ever thought possible.


Chapter 3: Samantha in trouble

When I returned home from the office on monday evening, the girls
were not yet back from the school trip.  A few minutes later, the
phone rang, and a rather serious sounding voice asked if he was
speaking to Mr Grant.  When I acknowledged that he was, the voice
went on:

"This is Andrew Campbell; I am senior guidance counsellor and advisor
at your daughters' school. I shall be bringing Samantha and Selina
back to your house right now.  I wanted to be sure you were there."

"You don't need to do that", I replied.  "We can fetch them at the
school".

But the voice continued: "I am sorry, no.  There is a very serious
matter which I need to discuss urgently with you and your wife, and
it is best that I come in there.  I'll see you in 5-10 minutes".

That sounded pretty ominous, but he would give no more details.  When
the car pulled into our drive, I peeped out of the window to see if
I could get a clue to the problem. Mr Campbell led the way to the
door, with Samantha a few steps behind him, tightlipped, sullen and
rather dragging her feet as she stared at the ground a few paces in
front of her.  Selina, on the other hand, brought up the rear full of
bounce, looking like the cat that had swallowed the cream.  I met
them at the door  to let them in, and ushered Mr Campbell into the
living room.  He immediately asked Selina to leave us alone, and we
gestured to her to go up to her room with her bags.

Once Selina was out of the room, the teacher turned to Sharon and
myself and said: "Mr and Mrs Grant: I am very sorry that I have a
rather unpleasant duty to perform.  I have to inform you that last
night, during the school outing, Samantha slipped out of the girl's
dormitory to meet a boy.  She and the boy were discovered near the
lake.  They were totally naked and were in the process of having
sex."

"My god, Samantha .... wha ...." I gasped out.  But as my voice
disappeared, Sharon, obviously less concerned, asked quite casually:
"Who was the boy?"

"Tom Edwards" replied Mr Campbell.  "He is 17 and in the senior
class".

"Was he using a condom?" was Sharon's next question.

That was not the question that the teacher expected, and he seemed
lost for words. Samantha answered: "Of course, mother; we were
careless to get caught but not THAT stupid!"

Mr Campbell returned to the theme on his mind.  "There are two
serious issues we need to discuss. Firstly, both Samantha and Tom
have committed a very serious breach of the school code of conduct,
and we will have to take appropriate and immediate disciplinary
action. Secondly, since Samantha is below the age of consent, Tom is
also guilty of a criminal offence, in fact statutory rape.  The
school will back you if you wish to lay a charge against him, but the
onus is on you to decide whether you wish to take such action"

Sharon remained unperturbed: "Samantha may be 15, but, by god, she is
quite capable of deciding for herself if she wants to make love to a
boy ... unless you are suggesting that she had not consented?  But
then surely she should not be disciplined at all.  So tell me, Sam,
were you consenting or were you raped?"

"No, mom, I wanted to make love to Tom", said Samantha defiantly..

"Well that clears that up.  But I don't think we should discuss
'disciplinary action' in Sam's presence.  I'm going to take her to
her room, and hear her side of the story before I discuss it further
with you".

An awkward silence followed the departure of Sharon and Samantha.  I
offered Andrew Campbell a drink which he refused.  He looked
embarrassed, while my own feelings were in turmoil.  On the one hand,
as a father I should be protecting my daughter's virginity.  But on
the other hand, the image of her fucking a young boy in the open air,
and being observed doing so, was decidedly erotic and I wished that
I could have seen it all.  My cock twitched and unwillingly I had
incestuous thoughts of sinking my organ into those young pussy lips.
The silence, and my fantasies, were interrupted by the sudden ringing
of the phone.  I went to answer, and was surprised to hear Sharon's
voice, obviously calling from the separate phone we had installed in
the girl's room.  She immediately hissed at me:

"Don't give any clue that I'm on the phone ... just mutter a few
'yes's'".

"Yes" I dutifully responded.

"I think I must deal with young Mr Campbell on my own", she
continued.  "We don't want Sam to have to go to another school.  You
pretend that this is a call from your office.  The burglar alarm has
just gone off, and you are the only one contactable to go back, to
meet the police and to re-set it."

I played along: "Are you sure I'm the only one available?"

"That's the spirit!  Now you need to go and give me about 45mins with
Mr Campbell.  I'm hanging up now ... but you keep talking so that
you're just hanging up as I come into the room".

My cock started twitching at the thought of how Sharon proposed to
'deal' with the unsuspecting Mr Campbell.  But I went on talking into
the phone: "This is extremely inconvenient as I have an important
meeting at home ..... Well, if that's the situation ..... OK, expect
me in about 20 minutes". 

Sharon came down the stairs from the bedrooms, and ostentatiously
locked the interleading door with the comment that the girls would
not be able to disturb us now.  I noticed that a couple of buttons on
both her blouse and her button-down skirt had come undone, and I was
pretty sure she had lost her bra.  "Who was that on the phone" she
asked innocently, and I told my story, ending with the statement that
if there was no problem or serious traffic snarls, I'd be back in 45
minutes.  "I'm terribly sorry, Mr Campbell, but I have no choice", I
said to the teacher.  "My wife and I generally agree on matters of
discipline for the girls, however, so I sure I will be prepared to
back up any conclusion you come to".  With that I left.  Just over 45
minutes later I returned, making sure I banged the car door loudly.

When I re-entered the living room, Andrew Campbell was seated rather
stiffly on one of the upright chairs, while Sharon looked more
relaxed on the sofa.  He was looking very tense and strained, and
ready to make a bolt for it.  Sharon later filled me in on what had
happened.  After I had left, she had sat down next to him on the
sofa, turning towards him with her knees folded up to reveal a
considerable amount of leg.  They started speaking about the
seriousness of Samantha's indiscretions, and Sharon leaned towards
him (making sure she flashed a lot of cleavage) and expressed
sympathy with the difficult position he was in as a counsellor,
having to talk to parents about matters such as this.  She assured
him that while other parents might get defensive and aggressive, we
would be open-minded in discussing what was best for Samantha and the
school.  She moved closer, and placed her hand first on his arm and
then on his leg as she expressed this sympathy.  It was clear that he
was becoming increasingly disconcerted by her nearness.  She twisted
further on the seat, bringing her knees up so far that they rested
against his thigh, while revealing ever more of her upper leg.  It
took only about 10 minutes for Sharon to achieve the desired result. 
Suddenly, in the middle of the sentence, Mr Campbell threw his arms
around her, and started kissing her fiercely.  His tongue sought
hers, and she obligingly opened her mouth.  He soon had her down on
the sofa, with his hand inside her blouse, fondling her braless tits. 
She let her hand get caught between them, rubbing against his crotch,
where she could feel his raging hard-on.  ("Frankly", Sharon told me
later, "I was getting so hot that I nearly raped him there and then,
but of course that was not the point") Just as she felt him starting
to unzip his trousers, she suddenly sat up, pushed him away, and said
in shocked tones: "Mr Campbell ... What are you trying to do?".

Andrew Campbell immediately broke away, and in total confusion buried
his head in his hands, muttering: "Oh god, I don't know what came
over me!  I am so, so embarrassed and sorry.  Mrs Grant, please
forgive me .... I'll leave immediately and get someone else from the
school to come and complete the discussion."  Sharon told him that
that would probably cause more confusion.  She was in any case just
as much at fault in letting him kiss her.  But the lesson to be
learnt, she went on, was that if they as two adults could so easily
let passions overwhelm them, how much more so would it be for young
teenagers.  Is it really right to impose harsh punishments, when in
all likelihood their only premeditated offence was in slipping out
for a quick goodnight kiss and cuddle.  Mr Campbell forlornly and
guiltily agreed.

Thus when I returned, Sharon told me that they had reached an
agreement that "justice should be tempered by mercy".  Since Samantha
and Tom Edwards had been kept separately from the other pupils ever
since they were discovered, the precise nature of their actions would
be unknown.  The school headmaster would simply announce that two
pupils had been caught trying to slip out of the dormitories, and
that as punishment they would have to stand outside the staff room
during every break period for the next week.  Samantha and Tom would
be told that they should not discuss the matter with anyone.

Sharon unlocked the door leading to the stairs, and called to
Samantha to come down.  I noticed that Selina also came down, and
stood in the hall outside the living room, obviously straining to
hear everything that was said.  Samantha was told of the decision,
and looked suitably contrite and humble.  "Very well, then", said
Andrew Campbell, "that's it then.  May I call the Edwards household,
where one of my colleagues is waiting, to convey our decision?". 
This he did, and when he was through, told us that Tom's mother
wished to speak with us.  Sharon went to the phone, and returned with
the news that Mrs Edwards wanted to bring Tom around to our house. 
She wanted to thank us for our 'generous' attitude, and to get Tom to
apologize in person.

Andrew Campbell left as quickly as he could.  As soon as he was gone,
Sharon called to Selina, and said: "I guess you heard what was
agreed?".  Selina admitted that she had.  "Well", Sharon went on,
"nobody has told you what you may or may not say!  So tomorrow at
school, you make sure that you tell exactly what your sister was up
to, in as much lurid detail as you can muster, to the best gossips in
the school".

"Oo ..  that'll be fun" responded Selina in obvious excitement.

But I was aghast: "Sharon ..  what are you saying.  You are ensuring
that every one in the school knows that our daughter sleeps around. 
What's that going to do to her reputation in the school".

"If my daughter wants to be the school slut", laughed Sharon, "then
we might as well see that she advertises it ... I guess she'll have
no shortages of boyfriends after this".  I was speechless, but
couldn't help noting that Selina was giggling and that Samantha had
a look of erotic excitement on her face.

We weren't able to talk further, as Tom and his mother arrived at
that point.  It turned out that she was a single parent, bringing up
Tom on her own after her husband left her about 10 years earlier. 
She had a rather prim look.  She thanked us for not pressing for more
serious action against Tom.  She told us that she had warned him that
he had better not even hint to his friends that he had been
'intimate' with Samantha.  All the time, Tom was looking very
sheepish, and did not look anyone in the eye.  His mother asked him
whether he didn't have something to say.  In a very soft and
embarrassed voice he apologized to us for taking advantage of
Samantha, and risking her reputation.  He apologized to her for
forcing himself on her.  Clearly he had been coached by his mother. 
Apologies were accepted, and we sat and talked for a while.  I
noticed that Tom sneaked looks at Samantha.  He clearly had a serious
teenage crush on her, and probably thought he had blown any chances
of any further relationships with her.  I also noticed that when
Samantha saw him looking at her, and when no one else seemed to be
looking, she mischievously blew kisses at him.  This added to his
discomfit; my daughter was evidently a serious cock-teaser, and she
enjoyed it.

There's no doubt that Samantha's reputation spread quickly, and she
quite soon had a number of boys, typically 2 to 5 years older than
herself, regularly taking her out.  We were quite sure that she was
fucking all of them regularly, and Sharon seemed to encourage it by
putting her on the pill and providing her with some very sexy
outfits.  In contrast to her mother and sister, Samantha is petite
and blonde, and I think Sharon enjoyed dressing her in the sorts of
skimpy outfits which she could not wear herself.

I became obsessed with the idea of being able to watch Sam fucking
with one of her boyfriends, and even fantasized about getting my cock
into her pussy.  Eventually, about 6 weeks later, I managed to
conceal myself in the garage behind the ventilation panel again when
Samantha was supposedly on her own at home.  Sure enough, not much
later one of her boyfriends arrived ... a college student aged about
20.  She brought him into the living room to my delight (as I thought
she might go to her bedroom), and it was not long before there were
clothes everywhere, and her friend was sucking on her small tits and
then later licking her pussy lips.  They moved into a 69 position,
with Samantha on top,  and energetically and noisily ate each other
out.  It was for me incredibly erotic, seeing my own daughter engaged
in such lewd acts.  It was to get better!  Samantha lifted herself
up, and pulled her boyfriend into a sitting position on the sofa. 
She turned her back to him, impaling herself on his rod as she faced
me directly.  As she bounced up and down, I had a perfect view of her
beautiful face scrunching up as the first of many climaxes overtook
her, of her titties bouncing while her boyfriend's hand massaged them
and played with nipples, and (most erotic of all) of her cunt lips
being stretched by the invading cock.  Her screams carried clearly up
to me: "Ahhhhhhh ....Owwwww..  Fuck me ..  Fuck me ...".  I had my
own trousers down and was beating my own meat in time with them.  I
wished that I could rush down the stairs and join them, and that I
could fuck my own daughter rather than this young college student.

Almost too soon it was over!  They came together in one last
passionate cry, and then slowly relaxed as the passion subsided.  I
could see the boy's cock slowly wilting and starting to slip out from
Samantha's cunt lips, eventually popping out to leave her pussy hole
gaping rather obscenely.  I was disappointed to see that there would
be no encore.  The boy seemed to need to go quite soon, and began
collecting his clothing together, while Sam remained lying on the
sofa with her legs wide open.  Still naked, she walked with him to
the door, and then returned to the living room but walking straight
through to the kitchen, presumably to get a juice or something.  I
collapsed back on to the old easy chair in the garage, still rubbing
my dick as I replayed what I had just witnessed.  Somehow, I had to
do this again!  My private thoughts were shattered, however, as I
heard Samantha's voice saying: "So you were spying on me, you
perverted old daddy!".  My eyes jerked open, to see Samantha standing
at the head of the steps up from the kichen.  I was acutely
embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do to hide my rapidly
wilting cock, and what I had been doing with it.  My mouth opened and
closed wordlessly a few times, as I tried to think of something to
say.  "Ever since the time I was caught on the school outing, I
thought you were getting off on thinking about your little girl's
sexual activities".

Samantha, still totally nude, and with drips of semen clearly visible
down her inside thigh, strolled across to my chair and sat on the
arm.  She leaned over, put her arms round my neck, and kissed me hard
on the lips, slightly open-mouthed.  "NO", my mind screamed, but my
prick refused to obey and jumped to full attention.  Samantha took
her lips away, looked down, and said with a giggle: "Surely my daddy
is not having incestuous thoughts!".  But she put out a hand and
started stroking my cock as she resumed kissing me.  Tentatively I
put a hand on to her titties and massaged them with my palm. 
Samantha moaned a little, and then brought my head down to her breast
and nursed me.  After I had sucked for a few minutes, she dropped off
the arm of the chair to straddle me, still holding my head to her
breast.  From far off, my mind tried to tell me I shouldn't be doing
this, but my cock wasn't listening!  It took Sam only a few wriggles
of her hips before my straining prick found that delightfully warm
and juicy hole, and it was soon buried to the hilt.  I was no longer
in control of myself .... I didn't care of this was forbidden
territory ... my own daughter ... I just had to fuck this beautiful
young woman so obviously giving herself to me.  My mouth alternated
between french kissing that hot little mouth and sucking those
engorged pink nipples.  Sam started to come in a series of climaxes,
bucking her crotch hard into mine.  Her cunt muscles gripped mine in
exquisite agaony.  "Ohhhh .... Daddy!!!! ..... I love you ...... fuck
me, fuck me as hard as you can ....... f-u-u-u-u-ck".  I couldn't
last for long.  My balls pulled tight and cock started to jerk
uncontrollably as my sperm erupted into my little girl's womb.  I
couldn't remember when I'd last had a fuck as satisfying as this.

As the spurting stopped, and my prick started to wilt, however,
feelings of guilt took over.  "Oh Jesus, Sam, what have I done????". 
But Sam seemed unperturbed!  "You've just throroughly fucked your
daughter, you dirty old man" she said with a giggle, and bent to kiss
my forehead. "And it's no good pretending!  You've wanted to get into
my pants ever since you knew I was sexually active, and I wanted you
to.  But you'll have to be very nice to me from now on, though!  You
won't want me to let slip that my daddy has been fucking me, now do
you?".  With that she gave me one last long kiss, jumped off my lap
(letting some of my semen spill back over my prick and balls), and
trotted off to have a shower, leaving me VERY confused.  I also went
to have a shower, and by the time I saw Sam again, she was dressed
and on her way out, apparently to meet Sharon at the shopping mall. 
When they returned two hours later,   Sam winked and blew a kiss  at
me behind her mother's back, but apart from that acted as if
absolutely nothing had happened. I was left wondering exactly what
she was thinking, whether she had regrets, and whether she would
allow me to get my cock up that tight pussy of hers again.


 4: Sharon's big gamble

Over the next two months, I did not get another opportunity to spy on
either Sharon or Sam.  Both, however, were not slow to tell me in
graphic detail of their sexual exploits, taking delight in
tantalizing me, knowing how much it turned me on. In Sharon's case,
Bob soon dropped out of the scene, but there seemed to be an endless
stream of other clients or potential clients whom she was happy to
seduce.  She and Paul continued to have a wild sexual relationship. 
Paul was also married (to a rather mousy little woman, who always
seemed harassed looking after two small children), but neither he nor
Sharon seemed to have any desire to leave their partners (much to my
relief).  Rather, they seemed to use each other to stimulate
increasingly bizarre means of sexual gratification.  Every now and
then they would go off on short business trips (or at least that's
what they told Paul's wife, who once called me to ask whether I was
worried about their being away so often together .... but I assured
her that they were very professional!).  Sharon, of course, filled me
in on the juicy details: they actually went regularly to a swingers
club, where Sharon was a very popular attendee!

Every now and then, when we were alone in the room, Samantha would
sit on my lap and confide to me in whispers about her most recent
sexual adventures. This would give me an instant hard-on, which in
most cases I could do nothing to relieve, as we were not alone for
long enough for me to risk trying to fuck her.  Sam obviously enjoyed
teasing me in this way, knowing how much I longed to get into her
panties. Her stories showed clearly that she got a kick out of having
sex in situations where she might get caught.  For example, one of
her most exciting (for me!) stories was of the time when she and a
boy of 18, in response to a dare at a party, stripped naked, went out
to the boy's car and drove across town to well-known local make-out
point (where police were known to carry out raids occasionally).
There they climbed into the backseat and made love for about 15
minutes before driving back to the party.

In spite of Sharon's VERY active sex life outside of the home, she
and I were probably more sexually active than at any time in our
married life!  The constant titillation of hearing Sharon and
Samantha telling me of their escapades made me constantly horny,
while the more sex Sharon had, the more she seemed to want.  On rare
occasions, I did also get to fuck Samantha again.  My feelings
towards Samantha were becoming increasingly mixed up.  On the one
hand, whenever I looked at her, my desire to get my cock into her
young pussy was so intense that my balls ached.  But at other times,
especially after fucking her, I had equally intense feelings of guilt
at the terrible crime of incest I was committing with my still under-
age daughter.  I was scared that I was causing my little girl (whom
I loved equally well in two different ways as father and lover)
irretrievable harm and that I would lose her.  Samantha seemed to
have no worries, however!  Most of the time she was as affectionate
in a father-daughter sense as ever, but on the (unfortunately rare)
occasions when we were on our own she was quite ready to open her
young legs to me, and we made intensely satisfying love.  Perhaps the
most memorable time was a Friday night, about two months after the
first time I had fucked Samantha;  Sharon was away 'on a business
trip', and Selina was at a slumber party with friends.  Samantha
cancelled the date she had, and spent all night with me in my bed,
where we fucked as often as I could get it up, and slept in each
others' arms in between.  The real turn on for me was to wake up the
next morning to find a naked Sam in my arms and to make long slow
love to her, and it was this that perhaps first helped me to start
coming to terms with our incestuous relationship.

A few days later, however, a whole new train of events was set into
motion.  Sharon was lazily stroking my chest after an passionate
love-making session, when she smiled with a far-off look in her eye
and said: "I think I've got a suggestion that will really turn you
on, you dirty old voyeuristic pervert!".  She reminded me that she
had to be at a convention in a neighbouring town over a weekend about
two weeks later.  It turned out that she had recently met (at one of
her swinging parties, I suspected) an assistant manager at the hotel
at which the convention was to take place.  This friend had told her
of an interesting feature in the hotel.  Some rooms were paired in
the sense of having an interleading door, so that the rooms could be
turned into a family suite.  As is usual in many hotels, there were
two doors fitted into the doorway, so that the two rooms can only
interconnect if unlocked from both sides. At this hotel, the doors
were fitted with full-length mirrors -- again not unusual.  The
unusual feature, however, was that in some pairs of rooms, if the
doors were opened, it was possible (if one knew how and where to find
the catches) to remove an inside panel to reveal that the mirror was
one-way glass.  Sharon's friend could organize that, if Sharon and I
registered separately under different names (easy, since she used her
maiden name professionally), we could be placed in a pair of
adjoining rooms having this feature, and she would have the panels
removed, so that I could observe whatever happened in the other room. 
Sharon made it clear that she intended to have a hot weekend, whether
I watched or not, so of course I agreed to go along with the plan.

Somehow, for the week before the convention, Sharon and I had no
penetrative sex, although she sucked me off a few times.  So by the
time the friday came, I was as horny as hell.  We packed the girls
off to their grandparents for the weekend, and set off in separate
cars.  We arrived at the convention hotel within a few minutes of
each other, just after 6.30pm.  Sure enough, when I reached my room,
I unlocked the door on my side of the interleading doorway, and could
see clearly into Sharon's room.  The rooms were large: a two seater
sofa and two other chairs were placed around a coffee table slightly
to my left as I looked through the one-way glass (with the sofa
placed against the far wall). To my right, were the two queen-sized
beds.  Beyond the beds, I could just see the door to the room.  As I
looked, Sharon emerged from the bathroom wearing a filmy black lace
camisole and G-string black panties.  I tapped lightly on the door,
and she came across and opened it.  She looked so enticing, that I
almost raped her on the spot, but she held me at bay.  She came
through to my side to see how it looked, and suggested that I keep my
room lights as low as possible while she left all her lights on.  She
reminded me of the convention programme: Opening presentations from
8-9pm that evening, followed by drinks and a buffet, from which she
expected to return at about 11.  On the saturday, they were busy from
8.30am to 3.00pm, after which they had a 2-hour break.  Sharon was
not sure whether she would return to her room or socialize at the
swimming pool in her new bikini.  The delegates were then being
bussed to a banquet and presentations, but would be back at around
11pm.  As Sharon prepared to return to her room, she said that she
would lock the door on her side, and place the key in a safe place,
to prevent embarrassment if any of her guests were to try the door. 
Standing in her room, with her hand on the door, Sharon continued:
"One last thing ... In order to add a bit of spice and excitement to
the weekend, I thought I would add the thrill of a little gamble."

"What's that?", I asked.

Sharon explained: "I have not been taking my pills this month.  I am
told that for a woman of my age, it is 'unlikely' that I would
ovulate during the first month.  However, it is just two weeks since
my last period, so that if I do ovulate I should be doing so this
weekend.  I intend to have as many men as possible, and I do not
intend to take any precautions.  I have made sure that you have not
planted any seed in me over the last week, so we have the possibility
that somewhere over the next two days I could become pregnant ... and
the father will be totally unknown."

Before I could even properly absorb what I had been told, Sharon
closed and locked the door, and placed the key in a pocket of her
luggage.  She flashed her tits and me, and blew a kiss, before
continuing to get dressed for her function.  As what she told me
really sunk in, a shivery thrill ran through me, and I nearly came
there and then in my pants.

I went to a snack bar for a meal, and returned to the hotel bar to
see if I could observe what Sharon was doing.  It turned out that
from a table in the bar, I could see into the function room where
they were having their reception.  Every now and then, I could see
Sharon flirting with male delegates.  Shortly before 11, she emerged
in the company of three men, one about my age carrying a bottle of
whisky, and the other two in their early to mid-thirties, and moved
towards the elevators.  I left the bar, and reached the elevator at
the same time as they did. Sharon did not look at me.  She wore a
relatively (for her) modest outfit, but gave the impression of being
rather tipsy (although I suspected that this was an act). She hung on
to the arms of the two younger men in such a way that her boobs
pressed firmly against them.  As the elevator lurched she swayed
forward towards the older man and kissed him.  At our floor, I got
out ahead of them, but stooped to tie a shoe lace so that they could
move on ahead to Sharon's room.  

As soon as they were in the door, I hurried to my room.  Leaving only
one bedside lamp burning, I quickly opened my side of the
interleading door.  Sharon was already slumped on the sofa opposite
me, sitting in between the two younger men.  One had his arm round
her fondling a breast and fiddling with the buttons on her blouse;
the other had his hand just above her knee.  The older guy was
opening the whisky, which he was pouring into plastic tumblers.  I
realized that if I listened carefully I could hear a lot of their
conversation.  Sharon was saying that she had already drunk too much,
and shouldn't have any more, but the others urged her on.  She
started to drink the whisky, but then coughed and spilt it all down
the front of her blouse.  She giggled drunkenly, and told the men not
to look, as she stripped off the blouse to reveal the lacy camisole
which hid very little of her breasts.  The guy who had been fondling
a breast slipped a hand underneath the flimsy garment, and lifted it
up to reveal much of the one tit.  She tried rather ineffectually to
slap his hand away which caused some laughter.  The guy on the other
side then slipped his hand in on the other side.  For the next few
minutes, she wrestled with the two of them, giving flashes of first
one tit and then the other, until suddenly one of them managed to
pull the whole thing off.  Sharon made as if to get away from them,
covering her boobs with her hands, but had not noticed that someone
had unfastened her skirt, so that as she got up from the chair, her
skirt dropped to the ground, leaving her in G-string panties and
high-heeled sandals.

"It's no good fighting it, darling", I heard one of the guys saying
as they pulled her back down on to the sofa with her legs wide open. 
The two younger guys knelt on either side of her, each massaging a
tit, and took turns in kissing her.  I could hear her starting to
moan, so I don't think three men had any further doubts about her
willingness to fuck them.  The older man knelt on the ground in front
of her, removed her panties, and pushed her legs wide open as he
buried his head deep in her snatch.  Sharon's moans rose in volume
and it was not long before she was orgasming, and thrusting her
crotch hard against the mouth between her legs.  Suddenly, she pushed
off the seat, turned round, and knelt on the floor leaning on the
chair on which she had been sitting, with her butt in the air and her
cunt gaping obscenely open.  I heard her clearly tell the older man
now behind her: "Don't waste any more time ... I need a cock up my
pussy NOW!".  He didn't waste time in getting stripped for action. 
He seemed also to find a condom in his pocket, but Sharon almost
screamed: "Fuck that, just get that cock in me fast!".  Up to that
point, I had forgotten about her possibly fertile state, but as the
guy behind her rammed his swollen member into her eager cunt, I
realized that Sharon was definitely intending to gamble to the
maximum.  These guys were all going to cream into her unprotected
womb, and at the angle she was offering herself to them, they would
be getting maximum penetration.  As this realization dawned on me, my
cock and balls seemed to swell further and were aching for relief. 
By this time I was jacking off in time with the action on the other
side of the one-way glass.

The other two men were not slow in stripping naked, and sat back on
either side of Sharon's kneeling form, as their friend started
pumping with an ever-increasing tempo.  She started playing with both
stiff cocks, alternately licking the underside of first one and then
the other.  By now, the groans and moans of all four were so loud
that I'm sure people in the corridor would be able to hear them.  It
was not long before the first guy started crying out: "Jesus, I can't
last much longer, I'm going to c-u-u-u-m", and I saw his buttocks
tighten as he evidently pumped a full load of his seed deep into
Sharon's womb.  As his softening prick eventually slipped out of
Sharon's juicy hole, one of the younger two men took his place, and
rammed his engorged prick into her cunt, and started thrusting
energetically against her.  By the way Sharon was thrashing about, it
was clear that she was enjoying climax after climax.  She later told
me that the thought of having sperm from different men competing to
fertilize her egg contributed to the heights of passion she achieved. 
The second guy had enormous control, taking 8 or 10 minutes before he
shot his load into Sharon.  By this time, the third man was evidently
getting very impatient, and as soon as the second was through, he
took his place so quickly that I'm not sure that Sharon even noticed
the change in cock filling her cunt.

When the third guy eventually also climaxed into her now saturated
womb, Sharon got up and moved to the bed, where she flopped down on
her back, with legs wide open, showing strands of semen leaking out
down her legs.  She wiped some off the worst off on her hands, which
she casually raised to her mouth to lick clean.  

The older guy then looked at his watch and seemed suddenly agitated. 
He said something to the others, hastily dressed, and left the room
(needing, I later found out from Sharon, to phone his wife).  The
other two lay down on the bed on either side of Sharon, lazily
running their hands up and down her body.  It was not long before two
cocks were again showing signs of life.  Sharon swung her legs over
the one guy, and sat astride him, using her hand to guide his cock
into her cunt.  Soon she was riding him with enthusiasm, bouncing up
and down with load shrieks.  The other man moved behind her, and
began rubbing his cock between her buttocks.  As she opened her legs
wider, he pressed against her anal opening, and amazingly managed to
get the head into her anus with little effort.  He then gradually
penetrated ever deeper, until both cocks were buried to the hilt. 
Sharon went wild, thrashing around and screaming now, as all three
climaxed together.  They fell apart as the passion subsided, and all
three stretched out on the bed.  Soon afterwards, they turned out the
light.  I thus closed the door on my side, jacked my self off, and
also went to bed.  I fell fast asleep and woke at 9.00am.  I checked
on Sharon's room, but it was now empty (although she told me later
that both guys had fucked her twice more before returning to their
rooms).

I spent a lazy morning and early afternoon, having a few drinks and
snacks around the pool.  Around 3.00pm, many of the convention
delegates drifted into the pool area.  At first I didn't see Sharon,
but just as I was thinking I should go up to the room to check, she
appeared ... in a minuscule red bikini which I had not seen before. 
For the next hour or more, I watched a number of men buzzing round
her, like bees round the honeypot.  They fed her drinks.  The more
adventurous offered to rub sun-lotion on (especially when she lay
with her top undone), and copped feels of her breasts and pussy lips. 
When, eventually, she went to dress for their banquet, I returned to
my room, and watched through the one-way glass.  She was on her own,
but made no attempt to open the door on her side.  Her outfit was
stunning: the top of the gown was in halterneck style, with a split
down the front all the way to her navel; the dress was long, but with
a split up the one side reaching to upper thigh.

After she left, I had a nap for a couple of hours, before going to
get a light meal.  I was back in the room by shortly after 10pm.  I
left only the bedside lamp on, pulled an easy chair close to the open
interleading door, stripped, and sat waiting for the party to begin. 
And party it was!  At around 11.15, a group of 8 men and 4 women
entered Sharon's room.  The women were all ravishingly attractive. 
Besides Sharon, there was another woman in her middle to later
thirties, dark-skinned in a Latin-American way, wearing an off-the-
shoulder outfit which hardly seemed able to contain what must have
been 40D tits.  The other two women were somewhat younger (25-28, or
thereabouts); both had a slightly virginal air, but were stunningly
beautiful, one a blonde while the other had a spectacular mop of the
reddest hair I had ever seen.

The group had brought in a considerable amount of booze, and the
party was soon in full swing.  I could not make out details of the
conversation, but there seemed to be a lot of sexual innuendo, in
which Sharon and the Latin-American woman (who seemed to be addressed
as Julia) participated.  I noticed that the two younger women were
looking a little embarrassed, and were constantly blushing.  I then
clearly heard a suggestion that the men would participate in a
competition to see who could best guess the women's bra-sizes.  It
seemed that each would write down a bra and cup size for each woman,
and that there would be penalties for how far they were out on each. 
There were some comments which I missed, followed by raucous
laughing.  Two of the men started feeling Sharon's and Julia's tits,
massaging and pinching them.  Two other guys moved towards the
younger women, who looked quite scared and frozen.  When one of them
started feeling up the blonde, however, she shrieked out "NO-O-O",
rushed to the door of the room and let herself out, to gales of
laughter from the men, and from Sharon and Julia.  The redhead looked
almost as if she would follow suit, but nervously allowed one of the
men to put his hands on her tits, while blushing furiously.  I kept
my eye on her, as each of the eight men eventually had their feel,
and it was clear that while she remained a little scared of what she
was letting herself into, she was also becoming turned on by constant
stimulation of her breasts, and her nipples started to show
prominently through her thin top.

The three women checked the guesses of the men, after which Sharon
said clearly: "We have a loser!  Mike, you have a forfeit to pay". 
The women whispered together a few more moments, and then with grins
on their faces, indicated to Mike that he should strip totally naked. 
Once he was fully stripped, Sharon handed him an ice-bucket, and he
clearly was being told that he'd have to go the ice machine close to
the elevators, and to bring back a full bucket of ice.  He carefully
opened the room door, and looked carefully up and down the corridor
before setting out.  The others locked the door behind him, and when
he returned a knocked, they took their time in admitting him again. 
(I subsequently heard that two people had come past while he was
trying to get in.)

Once the loser was back, one of the other guys asked: "But what's the
prize for the winner?".  "How about this?", responded Sharon, as she
undid the clasp holding her halterneck, exposing her tits.  She
quickly unzipped the back, and stepped out of her dress, leaving her
in only her G-string panties and high-heels.  The panties soon
followed, and she dropped on to the nearest bed, still wearing her
heels, and spread her legs enticingly wide open.  "Can you see
anything you'd like?", she asked the winner.  He did!  He was
stripped in nothing flat, and without any foreplay joined her on the
bed and stuffed his rampant cock straight into her waiting pussy
(still unprotected, I realized again).  They rutted against each
other like two animals in heat, totally unconcerned about the
audience, and were soon screaming in ecstacy.  I heard Julia say:
"Bloody hell, why should she have all the fun", and it was not long
before she was stripped and on her back on the other bed, with a cock
up her cunt, and with her huge tits wobbling erotically.  The rest of
the men were not slow in getting rid of their clothes, and lined up
to take their turn in whichever hole, Julia's or Sharon's, became
available.  It was not long before both women had four loads of sperm
each into their willing wombs.

While this orgiastic rutting was going on, and while I was jacking
myself off, I kept half an eye on the red-head.  She was obviously
having conflicting emotions.  She kept herself well out of the way,
near to the door for easy escape.  She was at once horrified and
fascinated by the scene before her.  Her mind was telling her to get
out, like the blonde; but she was also getting turned on by it all,
and I could see her hand rubbing her crotch through the thin material
of the pant-suit which she was wearing.  As the last pair of guys
rolled off of Sharon and Julia, who still lay on the beds catching
their breaths, they seemed to catch sight of the redhead in the
corner.  Sharon and Julia reacted almost simultaneously: "Marion!!!"
[so that was her name!] said Julia, followed by Sharon's: "You can't
just stand there, we're going to need help with these guys!".  If
Marion was to get out, this was her last chance, but she didn't take
it.  Two of the guys grabbed her, and brought her back to the middle
of the room, struggling futilely and not very convincingly.  

"I've got a great idea", I heard Sharon say.  "Just hold her there
until I get back".  With that, she dashed out of the room, entirely
unconcerned about her nude state and the trickles of cum running down
her leg.  She was soon back, carrying one of the coveralls which are
worn by the chamber maids.  "I thought I saw these in the store room
near the stairs", she added.

Sharon stood right at the interleading door, making sure I now heard
every word.  "OK, Marion ... let's see how game you are.  Let's get
all your clothes off, and get you into the coveralls".  Willing hands
helped, and she was soon totally stripped, although with everyone
around her, I couldn't quite see as much as I wished.  The coveralls
were a little tight and short for her.  A few buttons on top were
left undone to show the swells of her bosoms quite clearly.  A couple
more loose buttons at the bottom left a lot of inner thigh exposed. 
"Your dare is now this", continued Sharon.  "The guy in the next room
to me is a lonely traveling salesman.  He's tried to pick me up a few
times.  Go to his room now and knock.  When he answers, tell him
you've come to turn down the covers on the bed.  When you're finished
doing that, ask if he needs any other services tonight".  So Sharon
was setting me up with a little prize of my own!  I could see that
Marion was both scared and excited.  As they pushed her towards the
door, I quickly closed the interleading door, pulled on a bathrobe,
and threw myself on to the bed.  Seconds later, there was a gentle
knocking on my door.  I padded across to the door, and asked "Who is
it?".  "Room service, sir" came the reply.  I opened the door a
crack, and asked "Isn't this late? ... I was in bed".  "Sorry, sir",
she said apologetically, "but I still need to turn back the covers". 
I let her in.  From close up, she was even more alluring than through
the mirror.  The swells of her breasts and her upper legs peeping
through the opened buttons were fascinatingly freckled, and I could
feel my cock swelling to new heights.  As bent over the bed, I could
see most of her thighs, and when I moved round in front of her, I
could see right down her cleavage.  I also noticed at this point that
she was wearing a wedding ring, which increased my excitement level. 
When she stood up, another button seemed to have popped.  "Is there
anything else, sir?" she asked hoarsely. 

"What do you have in mind? ... You could hang up my bathrobe, if
that's part of the service", I ventured.

She came to me rather nervously, and undid the sash at my waist.  The
robe fell open to reveal my raging erection.  She slid the robe off
of my shoulders, and placed it on the hanger in the open cupboard,
leaving me totally naked.  I grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards
me, kissing her fiercely on the lips.  She responded just as
enthusiastically.  I slipped my had inside the open buttons of the
coveralls, and fondled her breast.  She moaned against my mouth,
especially when I tweaked a nipple.  I then grasped the garment
firmly just above the first fastened button, and yanked downwards. 
The remaining buttons gave way, and I was able to push the coveralls
off of her shoulders, so that she was also totally naked.

"Help, I'm being raped", whispered Marion hoarsely, "Please don't
hurt me".  With that, she fell backwards on to the bed with her legs
wide open, revealing a large thick bush of bright red hair. I dropped
down on to her, and started sucking at the pale pink nipples pointing
up sharply from her very white breasts with the faint freckling on
their upper swells.  I let my tongue move slowly down her body,
pausing to lick around her navel before continuing down into that
forest of red hair between her legs.  Using my fingers to prise her
pussy lips open, I found her engorged clit and began sucking on it. 
She used her hands to push my head harder into her crotch, while at
the same time pushing her hips forward.  After a few minutes, I
raised myself and crawled across her, rubbing my cock along her
body..  As I moved past her tits, she moaned breathlessly: "Please
don't push your cock into my mouth, I couldn't stand it, you vile
rapist".  So I took the hint, put my knees on her upper arms, and
thrust my hips forward to push the head of my prick between her lips. 
As they opened, I started fucking her face.  I felt her throat
muscles working to swallow the tip of my penis, while her lips worked
on the base of my shaft.  I could feel my self building to a climax,
but I was not planning to waste my seed in there.  So I pulled out,
and moved back down her body, to position my organ against her cunt
lips.

"No-o-o-o", she moaned, "please don't rape me in my pussy ... I don't
want a stranger to make me pregnant".  Now, I don't know whether she
was really unprotected, or whether this was just a fantasy, but it
drove me wild.  I buried my shaft deep into her in a single thrust. 
Almost immediately we were rutting against each other as if the world
was going to end.  Before long, I could sense the orgasms racking
her, as she cried out: "Yes ... take me you filthy rapist ... fuck me
hard .... keep fu-u-u-u-cking .... O-o-o-o-o ... A-a-a--a-a-h ... God
yes plant your seed deep in my womb, I'm helpless .....".  I held
back as long as I could, and fortunately, I had jacked off about 30
minutes earlier (or I would have shot my load in seconds), but it
still didn't take too long before my balls started pumping loads of
semen into the redhead, who was by now bucking like a wild thing
beneath me.

We lay for a short while exhausted.  Then, without a word, she
slipped out from under me, picked up the coveralls from the floor,
and making no attempt to put it on, walked out of my room into the
corridor.  I dashed across to the interleading door, and got it open
just in time to see one of the guys in Sharon's room opening the door
to admit a still totally naked Marion.  My eyes quickly took in the
scene in Sharon's room.  Julia was astride one of the men sitting on
the sofa, while playing with the cocks of two more guys sitting on
either side.  Sharon was on her knees  the one bed, being taken doggy
style from behind as she sucked on another cock.  Apart from the guy
who had gone to let Marion back in, the other men were rubbing their
cocks, obviously waiting their turns.

As Marion entered, they all looked towards her.  She threw her arms
out wide in a dramatic gesture, and I heard her say quite clearly:
"I've done it!  I've joined the convention sluts society! I've fucked
a total stranger ... the only man apart from my husband that I've
ever screwed ... but now I'm hooked guys, you're going to have to
satisfy me as well as these other two sluts".  They all cheered as
she pulled the guy who had opened the door for her down on to the
nearest bed, and began sucking his penis until it quickly became hard
enough for her to sit astride him and get his shaft up into her
pussy, and began energetically riding him.

 From that point on, it became a total orgy in the other room.  The
three women serviced one man after another, taking them up all their
available orifices.  Eventually, however, the booze and sexual
exertions began to tell, and one by one they collapsed.  Marion and
Julia took five of the men with them, obviously to sleep in other
rooms.  Sharon fell asleep between two of the remaining men, while
the third lay down on the other bed and turned out the lights.  I
closed the door, and dropped into bed myself, jacking myself off one
last time.

I was awoken the next morning by sounds of muffled voices coming from
the next room.  I opened the interleading door again, to look through
the one-way glass.  Sharon was on her back on the nearer bed, still
totally naked.  Her wrists were tied together above her head, and
fastened to the top of the brass bedstead by some sort of cord.  A
pair of pantyhose was hooked under each of her knees, and were
attached by similar cords to the posts at either end of the bedstead,
drawing her legs wide apart and upwards.  (She subsequently told me
that she had woken up to find herself being tied into this position
by the three guys, but too late to do anything about it.)  As I took
in the scene, one of the three guys was positioning himself between
her outstretched legs, and started fucking her in her helpless
position, as his two naked friends looked on while stroking their
erections.  He thrust deeply into Sharon's widely stretched pussy,
and started humping furiously into her, to the vocal encouragement of
his friends .  "You fucking bastards", Sharon cried out, "let me
loose".  But it wasn't long before she (in spite of, or perhaps even
because of, her degraded position) had a first orgasm.  "Oh, God, no
... I'm cumming", she shrieked, "Ye-e-e-s, keep fucking, o-o-o-ow ee-
ee-ee-ee-ee".  She came twice more, before the guy fucking her
climaxed, filling her (still possibly fertile) womb with his seed. 
As soon as he was through and pulled out, the next guy took his place
and continued the thrusting into Sharon's pussy.  She orgasmed a
couple more time before he came, and yet again as the third man took
his place.

Once all three had had their way with Sharon, they calmly started
collecting their clothing together, and made preparations to go,
leaving Sharon spreadeagled with her gaping cunt leaking semen. 
"Hey, you can't leave me like this", shouted Sharon.  One of the
three guys, whom I recognized as the one who had been the "loser" on
the previous evening, grinned at her, and picked up the phone.  I
strained my ears to hear him saying: "Hello maintenance .... there's
a problem with a blocked drain in room 421 ... can you send someone
up immediately ... thanks, bye".  With that all three left, leaving
Sharon struggling with her bonds.  About 5 minutes later, I heard
knocking at her door .... and when Sharon made no immediate answer,
the door was opened and two maintenance men came in, stopping short
with their mouths open when they saw Sharon.  "Don't just stand there
gaping, get me out of this!" Sharon yelled at them angrily.  One of
the men pulled out a knife and quickly cut her loose.  But both of
them had a good look at her charms in the process.  Sharon sat up,
rubbing her wrists and legs, but making no effort to cover herself. 
In spite of the angry pose she presented, I think she was turned on
by being exposed to these men.  But she growled at them: "OK, now get
out", which they did, but without too much enthusiasm.  As the door
closed, though, she fell back giggling.  She quickly bounced up,
fetched the key to the interleading door, and opened it.

"You perverted bastard", she said, "you enjoyed watching me tied up
and being raped, didn't you?  You owe me something for that."  But
she took me into her arms, and we kissed passionately.  "Come on",
she went on, "we might as well give your wrigglies some chance in
competition with the other loads in my womb", and pulled me down on
to the bed.  As I entered her, I realized what they mean by 'sloppy
seconds'.  She was so juicy that I had to work hard to even feel
enough friction on my shaft, but it was nevertheless a highly
satisfying fuck.

I returned to my room, and we closed the doors.  As agreed, we
checked out separately, and returned home in our own cars.  We still
had a few hours before the girls returned from their grandparents. 
During this time we lay on our bed and reminisced over the events of
the weekend.  As I thought again of Sharon fucking one man after the
other in her unprotected state, I became aroused all over again, with
the result that we made love three or four more times before the
girls got back.

Well, no ... Sharon did not get pregnant, so she obviously had not
properly ovulated.  She went back on the pill the next month, but the
thrills of her gamble that weekend continued to arouse us for many
months.



Chapter 5: Selina joins in

The next big event in the family was Selina's 14th birthday.  Selina
was the athlete of the family, playing tennis for the high school
team.  During the past year, she had grown considerably.  She was by
now more-or-less the same height as her mother.  She had long, tanned
legs, firm, strong and shapely from all the exercise.  Her breasts
had developed well over the past year, so that she was turning into
a very sexy young woman.  I still had guilty feelings around my
incestuous relationship with Sam, and I was now finding myself
fantasizing over Selina as well.  I desperately tried to control
these feelings which deepened my sense of guilt, but they weren't
helped by the fact that, especially after Samantha's sexual
activities came to light, Selina seemed to start wearing increasingly
skimpy outfits, especially around the home.

Selina's birthday fell on a Friday, and we agreed that she could have
a party at home.  I heard Sharon on the phone on a number of
occasions, re-assuring mothers of other 13/14 year-old girls, that
the party would be under adult supervision.  But when the day came,
Samantha went away to sleep with friends, and Sharon made it clear
that we would stay upstairs with the door closed, while the party
went on in the living room area.  When I made some comment, Sharon
brushed this off with the remark: "You dirty old man, you just want
to see whether a lot of 13 and 14 years olds are getting it off."  I
did manage to sneak down to the bottom of the stairs on a few
occasions.  Usual teenage music was blasting out from the living
room, but the lights were out, and I could hear giggles emerging from
the darkened room.  I could fantasize at what was happening, but
Sharon would not let me get closer.

Being a young teenage party, parents started arriving to fetch their
offspring from soon after midnight.  When the doorbell rang for the
first time, Sharon and I came downstairs to see one light going on in
the living room, and to hear sounds of frantic activity, giggles and
muttered oaths.  One by one, Selina's guests left, and by 1am they
were all gone.  As Selina herself came out into the brighter light of
the hall, I caught my breath.  She had been dressed all in white. 
Her white top was fastened by a bow under her boobs, leaving her
stomach bare down to white cotton slacks which were tight round her
hips.  I was quite sure that before the party started, I had been
able to see bra straps under the top, and an outline of her panties
under the slacks.  But now I was sure she had no bra on, and I could
not make out any panty line.  Furthermore, there were definite greasy
handmarks over her tits, and the bow tying her top, in her crotch and
around the zipper fastening her slacks.  She was also now barefoot. 
My prick jumped at the thought of what my younger daughter had been
up to over the past few hours.  Sharon had also noticed, and when we
got to bed, she teased me mercilessly with conjectures as to how far
the kids, and especially Selina, had gone that night.  Sharon kept
these remarks up for the best part of an hour, before she let me make
love to her.  By then I was almost frantic for relief from the
pressure in my balls.  As I mounted her at last, Sharon: "and I
suppose you are imagining that your cock is up our baby daughter's
pussy aren't you?"  I could hardly admit that she was right, but I
didn't take long before the cum started to pump out, seemingly
endlessly, from my swollen balls.

My fantasies around that teenage birthday party kept me on the edge
of incestuous desire to fuck Selina.  I tried to suppress these
desires by fucking Sharon and Samantha as often as we had chance, but
it didn't help.  Every time I saw Selina, around the house in skimpy
dress, or on her way out to another teen party, it took a major
effort in self-control to keep myself from taking her there and then.

The crisis came one Saturday morning about a month later.  Sharon and
Sam went out early to catch sales at some local stores.  I had a
relaxed shower, and donned a bath robe before going to get myself
some juice and toast.  I sat on the sofa in the living room, idly
changing channels on the TV, as I sipped my juice and nibbled my
toast.  I did not hear Selina come in, and jumped when her voice
behind me suddenly said: "Any luck? There's seldom anything on the
box on Saturday mornings".  I did more than jump when I turned to
look at her.  She was wearing a diaphanous nightgown that she must
have had for at least two years, as it was much too small for her
now.  It clung tight to her breasts, and the outline of her aureoles
were quite visible.  The bottom, only just came down past her crotch,
and she was not wearing panties, as I could see the dark triangle of
pubic hair quite clearly.  She sat herself down next to me, snuggled
up with her knees drawn up on to the seat, and took a sip of my
juice.  She picked up the remote control, and started surfing further
through the channels.  An involuntary groan escaped my lips.  "What's
the matter, Dad?", she enquired.  

"Selina ... you're getting ...er ...um ...well a grown woman, not my
little girl any more."

"Does that make you feel old?", she asked sympathetically, putting
her arms round my neck and kissing me.  Her action pulled my bath
robe slightly open, and to my horror I noticed my erection sticking
through the opening.  I quickly pulled the robe closed, hoping that
she had not noticed, but she giggled saying: "Well not that old, it
seems!".

At that moment, some ballroom dancing appeared on the TV.  Selina
bounced to her feet, asking me to show her some of the "old-time"
waltzes.  She grabbed my arms, pulled me upright, and immediately
started close dancing with me.  The movement pulled my robe wide open
in front once more.  I struggled to cover myself again as Selina
waltzed me round the room.  She noticed my struggles and said:
"You're right, the robe gets in the way".  With that, she pushed the
robe down off my shoulders without missing a beat, and suddenly I was
stark naked dancing with my daughter.

"No, no, Sel, this is not right" I gasped out as I struggled to break
away from her.

"Daddy!  Don't tell me you're shy or embarrassed!  If it'll help,
here I'll take off my nightie as well", and without sign of
embarrassment, she pulled the garment over her head and dropped it on
the floor.  My erection was by now poking hard against her firm
athletic belly.  My conscience tried again: "No Selina, I can't dance
with you like this.  You don't know what you're doing to me.  I may
be your father, but I'm also a man and you're a sexy young woman, and
I will not be able to keep myself under control for much longer".

She giggled in mock horror: "DADDY!  Are you having dirty thoughts
about your baby girl?  Do you mean you're wanting to make love to
me?"  "No ..it's not ..oh hell!" I stammered incomprehensibly.  "Do
you mean you don't love me then" she teased further.  By now I was so
flustered, that I did not notice that she had moved us round so that
the backs of her legs were hard against the sofa.  She dropped down
on to her back, bringing me down on top of her.  My cock caught
between her firm thighs, and I could feel the warm moistness of her
pussy lips against the tip of my glans.  She raised her legs on
either side of me, and hooked her feet behind my buttocks, pulling me
tighter into her.  I struggled futilely, but my hormones were getting
the better of my conscience.

"Don't fight it Daddy", she cried, "you know you want to fuck your
baby.  You know you want your swollen cock up my virginal pussy".  My
conscience lost the battle, as my cock slipped effortlessly into a
warm welcoming well-lubricated hole.  About half-way in, it
encountered the barrier of her maidenhead.  One last time I tried:
"Selina, no ... this is wrong; I can't do this to you!". But she
silenced me with a fierce and passionate open-mouthed kiss, and
thrust hard against me.  Her virginity gave way under the pressure,
and my cock slipped all the way in until I could feel the mouth of
her womb.

The passion now took full control, and I began fucking hard into her
tight pussy, enjoying the feel of her cunt muscles gripping my shaft. 
All I could think of now was the ecstatic sensations of making love
to a beautiful and passionate young woman.  Nothing else mattered as
I rutted with increasing fury.  I felt on the very point of
ejaculating, when ..FLASH!  I jerked my head up, seeing to my horror
that Sharon and Samantha had come in to the room and were watching
us.  The flash was Sharon using our polaroid camera to record my
deflowering of our daughter for posterity.  The shock made my cock
start to wilt immediately, but Selina would have none of it. "Don't
stop now daddy ... keep fucking ... I'm close to an org-a-a-a-s-m-m-
m".  Her desperate thrusts got me going again, and almost against my
will I found myself resuming my thrusts.  FLASH!  Sharon took another
picture.

"Mommy ... Sam ... You're so right ... the feeling of a big cock
filling my cunt is fan-taaaastic.  I'm going to do this a lot more
.... Oooooooooo .... Eeeeeeeee ..... I'm cumming".

In the meantime, Samantha had settled herself on the floor near us,
obviously enjoying the show!  As Selina's first orgasm faded, Sam
asked her: "Well, sis, are you doing it 'roulette' style, as you said
you would do".  "For sure", grunted Selina from under me, "that's
definitely part of the thrill".

I was confused: "wha ..  wha ...what do you mean?"

Samantha answered in an entirely conversational voice, as if seeing
her father and sister rutting on the sofa was an everyday occurrence:
"Well, Selina was so turned by the story of mom's gamble in stopping
her pill for a month [ .... Good god ... did Sharon tell the girls
about that weekend???], that she vowed that when she lost her
virginity, she'd do it without protection at her fertile time.  I
know that it's just two weeks since her last period, so I merely
wondered whether you were using protection ... apparently not!  This
is hot!"

I swear that up to that point I had not for a moment thought of the
possibility that I could make Selina pregnant.  I tried again to
stop.  "Selina, no, I must pull out!"  But her legs wrapped ever more
tightly around me, and she gasped out in time with her thrusts: "Fuck
me Dad-dy.  Fuck me Dad-dy .... Yes oh yes ... fuck me fuck me ...
Aaaaaaaaaaaah ... Eeeeeeeeeee".  Once again my hormones took control,
and the primeval urge to plant my seed in a fertile womb drove me
over the top.  I felt my balls tightening, and from deep down, my
seed poured out in torrents into her unprotected womb.

As my passions subsided, I became anxious again about Selina's
unprotected state.  I struggled to pull out of her, and gasped: "If
you go and douche quickly, you may still be able to wash out my
sperm".  But Selina would have none of it.  She smiled a contented
"uh uh", and continued to keep her legs locked around me, and pulled
my head down on to her breasts.  "Tell her!", I muttered to Sharon. 
But she was equally unconcerned: "If she wants to play adult games
then she must make her own decisions; if she wants the thrill of
gambling she must be prepared to pay the price.  It was about 10
minutes before I eventually got to my feet, rather embarrassed at
having my slime covered cock exposed to my wife and two daughters. 
Selina stretched lazily, but I noticed that she made no effort even
to hurry to the shower.  "That was cool", she said, "I think I'm
hooked on sex just like my slutty mother and sister".

Two weeks later, Selina's period was overdue.  Ten days later, a home
pregnancy kit confirmed it ... I was going to be a daddy again. 
Sharon giggled when the test confirmed her pregnant state. "I'm going
to pretend innocence at school", she smiled, "and wait for them to
notice my growing belly.  That's going to make some little boys in my
class VERY worried!".

"What do you mean?", Sharon and I asked almost simultaneously.

"Well", explained Selina, "over the past two weeks, more or less from
the time my last period was due, I have seduced three of the boys in
my class, and each time we sort of had an accident."  It seemed that
in each case, she had asked one of the academically brighter (but
perhaps naive as regards girls) boys to come round to our house, to
help her with some schoolwork she was having 'trouble' with.  When
the boy reached the house, Selina was (by arrangement with Samantha)
on her own, and would be wearing a skimpy top with no bra, and very
short tight shorts or miniskirt.  She would take him to her bedroom
(where all her schoolbooks were, she would explain), and would shyly
tell the boy that they would be undisturbed for a couple of hours. 
When they started on the work, she would sit as close as possible to
the boy, making sure that legs and arms touched frequently, and that
her hair brushed against his face.  It was not long before the boy
was distinctly disturbed, and clearly had an uncomfortable hard-on. 
She would entice him further by ensuring that her breast would press
against his upper arm.  For two of the three boys, this was enough:
at this point they turned and started kissing her.  The third boy
lasted a little longer, but even he lost control when she rested her
hand on his upper leg, and 'accidentally' brushed the back of her
hand against his hard-on.

Once the boys started kissing her, she would respond warmly and with
an open mouth.  It would not be long before their hands were under
her top fondling her tits, and soon after both her top and the boy's
shirt would be off and on the ground.  They would be on her bed by
this time, and the remainder of their clothing quickly joined the
rest on the floor.

One of the boys had obviously forgotten his sex education classes
entirely, and was immediately on top of Selina, frantically trying to
find her hole with his cock, with absolutely no thought of
protection.  She had had to take his cock in her hand and guide it
into her cunt.  Once he was in, his thrusts remained frantic, and he
shot his load in what seemed to her hardly more than seconds.  She
lay under him for some while, trying to milk additional sensations
out of his shrinking member, until his breathing returned to normal. 
At that point, his conscience took control, and he blubbered out "Oh
God, Selina ... what have I done?  I'm so sorry, I don't know what
came over me ...I didn't mean to abuse you ... but I've so often sat
gazing at you in class and fantasizing ... Oh god, will you forgive
me?"  She re-assured him that he hadn't forced himself on her, that
she was a willing partner, but then went on to say: "Of course, we
have rather taken a chance, haven't we, not using a condom?" 
According to Selina, the boy's face was an absolute picture. It
obviously had not occurred to him earlier, but at her words he went
so pale, she thought he'd faint on her.  He pulled out of her and
struggled to his feet.  "Jesus, God ... I didn't think ....  Can't we
do something?  Wash it out or something?"  So they went to the
bathroom, and she made a show of douching, but he had no idea how to
help.  Soon afterwards he left, clearly in a serious panic.

One of the other two had a condom with him.  ("The cheeky bugger",
added Selina, "he actually thought he might be able to screw me!")
The other wailed: "God, Selina, I want to make love to you, but I
never thought to bring a condom".   She told him that it was OK ...
her older sister had given her a couple 'just in case' which were in
her bedside drawer.  In both cases, she insisted on making sure that
the condom was properly fitted.  But she had fastened a small blade
from a pencil sharpener on to her charm bracelet, and used this to
slit the tip of the condom. She immediately positioned the boy's cock
against her pussy lips and pulled him down on top of her. The sex
with these two guys was, according to her, much better than with the
first guy, and lasted much longer.  By the time they were through,
she has cum a couple of times in each case, and was just as
breathless as the boy.

The next scene was almost the same in each case.  As the boy's cock
wilted, he (remembering his sex education) carefully held the condom
at the base of his cock as he pulled out, and then looked in total
horror at the tip of his prick sticking through the split end of the
condom.  "Oh god" each guy wailed, "the condom's split".  Both also
suggested a douche, and did try to help ("quite fun, actually", added
Selina), but rather ineffectually.

All three boys had subsequently asked her repeatedly about her
periods.  She said that she'd been vague, saying that her periods
were never very regular (a lie!), and that "perhaps they need not
worry yet".  But of course, there were three little boys (well maybe
not so little) who were VERY worried.

As she said she would, Selina continued going to school acting
innocent, even when her belly was starting to swell at about four
months.  It was her physical education teacher who first noticed
something was wrong, and sent her to the school nurse who had no
trouble in confirming the diagnosis.  The nurse tried to establish
how sexually active Selina was, and who the father might be.  Selina
acted dumb ("I was beginning to get worried about whether I might be
pregnant"), but confessed to having had sex with a number of boys. 
She told the nurse that she "usually" took precautions, but sometimes
forgot.

It was Andrew Campbell, the senior guidance counsellor at the school,
who had to visit us again. I was somewhat surprised that he was much
less embarrassed than at our previous meeting.  He was almost jaunty
and self-confident.  But he was adamant that Selina's pregnancy could
not be hidden as easily as Samantha's indiscretion was ("although",
he added, "I'm afraid that the story of her actions did seem to get
out").  So it was agreed that we would have her tutored at home until
three months after the baby was born.

The real consequence of my being caught in flagrante delicto with
Selina was to change our home relations for ever.  From that point
onwards, there was no pretense whatsoever about my relationships with
the three girls in my life.  I was able to fondle the tits, pussies
and butts of all three at any time without embarrassment, and without
concern for which of the others might see. Samantha and Selina had no
qualms about fucking with me, or spending the night in my bed,
whenever the mood took us.  From this point on, I virtually never
spent a night on my own, as if Sharon was away for whatever reason,
one or other (and on rare occasions both) of the girls would as a
matter of course sleep in my bed, or I in theirs.  From time to time,
someone else would walk in when I was in the midst of making love to
one of the others, and this became accepted without much comment,
although Sharon sometimes muttered that one day I was going to have
to pay up for this and for laughing at her when she was tied up on
the hotel bed.  Even my sex life with Sharon changed in character, as
we happily fucked like rabbits whenever and wherever we wished, even
doing so in the living room while watching a movie with the girls.

But although I had this easy and regular access to the three girls,
they made it perfectly clear that I did not and would not have
exclusive rights on them.  Sharon and both girls flaunted their
sexploits, telling me directly, or simply discussing with each other
in my presence, which men they had fucked, when and where, and under
what circumstances.  They discussed cock-sizes and orgasms, and
offered each other advice.  I was the home comfort they happily
returned to, and wanted to return to, but all three made it clear
that for real excitement they were chasing adventures outside.  I had
no complaints.  The tales of their sexual adventures would inevitably
make me as horny as hell ... but usually I could obtain relief by
fucking whoever was available at the time.

After seducing her three school friends, Selina almost immediately
moved up to a higher league by joining her sister in dating college
boys, and were frequently guests at frat parties at the local
college, where they soon became a great hit.  About a month after
Selina's pregnancy was confirmed, both girls (without warning us
ahead of time) brought their dates for the night back to spend the
night in their rooms, and this quickly became regular practice.  It
became quite common to hear sounds of sex from one or both of the
girls rooms, as both were inclined to be pretty noisy when they
climaxed.  Needless to say, this made me even more horny!  Some of
the boys looked rather embarrassed if we saw them the next morning,
but the regulars soon became accustomed to seeing me and Sharon
around after a night with the girls.

The girls' increasingly uninhibited sexual attitudes is exemplified
by the time, about three months after Selina's impregnation, that I
arrived home unexpectedly early one weekday afternoon.  I strolled
casually into the living room, and came to an abrupt halt.  A hard
core porn movie was playing on the video, while the two girls were
seated on the knees of two college-aged boys, sitting at either end
of the sofa.  All four were stripped to the waist, and were kissing
passionately with open mouths as they half-watched the movie.  I
stood frozen to the spot, taking in this incredibly erotic scene
before me; my eyes moved from Samantha to Selina to the screen, and
back to the girls.  I must have been standing there for a couple of
minutes before the boy with Samantha suddenly saw me.  He muttered an
"O god...", and started trying to get up.  This drew the attention of
the other three to my presence, and the other boy also struggled to
get up.  But the girls just giggled while they held them down, and
Samantha explained: "Don't worry about him!  Daddy gets his hots by
watching his daughters getting fucked, and has probably got a huge
hard-on already.  Why don't you show us, Daddy?  We don't mind if you
sit in the chair over there with your cock out, so that you can
masturbate while you watch."  I was in two minds. I was embarrassed
and humiliated by Samantha's coarse comments, but I was also very
turned on by the thought of sitting right there watching the two
girls in full action.

The girls turned back to kissing their boyfriends, who soon seemed to
forget about my presence as their hormones took over again.  So I
dropped into a chair where I had a good view of both couples and of
the screen.  I unbuckled my trousers, pushed them and my briefs down
past my knees, and started stroking my erection.  Sam's boyfriend had
by now broken the kiss, and was sucking on her erect pink nipples as
she moaned ecstatically.  Her hands were busily tying to find his
belt buckle and the zip on his trousers.  I looked across to Selina:
her boyfriend had unfastened her short skirt.  I watched in
fascination as it dropped to the floor while their lips remained
glued together.  Her panties soon followed, as she raised her ass to
allow the boy to slip them down her legs.  His fingers found her cunt
lips; I could see quite clearly as he inserted two fingers and
started finger-fucking her while his thumb rubbed her clit.  By this
time, Samantha had dropped to her knees in front of her boyfriend and
was pulling down his pants.  As soon as she had them off, she opened
his thighs and took his cock deep into her mouth.  It looked as if
she was deep throating him; I had no idea that she had developed this
art, and I looked forward to having her do that for me as well. 
After a few minutes of sucking on his cock, she stood up and quickly
removed her cut-off  jeans and panties.  She turned round to face me,
with her back to her boyfriend, and sat down on his lap with her legs
on either side of his thighs.  I had an unobstructed view of his cock
sliding easily up into her cunt.   Once safely settled, she began to
bounce up and down athletically, so that I could clearly see his cock
sliding in and out of her young pussy lips. His hands came round her,
one playing with her nipples and the other rubbing her clit, almost
as if they were putting on a show for me.  Sam put her own hands
under her tits and pushed them out towards me, at the same time
pursing her lips at me in a kissing motion.

Selina looked towards her sister, and when she saw what was happening
shouted out: "Hey, that's hot ... let's do the same".  So she twisted
round on her boyfriend to get into a similar position, also facing
towards me.  Now I could see both girls being thoroughly fucked,
watching the young cocks pumping in and out and the hands fondling
all my daughters' erotic zones.  Both girls started to climax, and
the room was filled with their screams and moans.  Selina called out:
"Do you like this Daddy?  How do you like to watch your baby being
fucked?  Does that make you hot?  It makes me hot ... aaaaaah ......
oooooooooow .... yes ... yes ... keep fucking me ....".  All five of
us must have climaxed at about the same time; in my case, my cum shot
out over my hand and down my leg on to my trousers bunched round my
knees.  At this point, my shame and embarrassment got the better of
me, and I pulled up my trousers (smearing the cum all over my thighs)
and hastily left the room.  I have no idea how much longer the four
youngsters continued with their love-making.

Over the next few months, Selina continued to date the college boys,
attending many frat parties, with entirely no concern for her
increasingly pregnant state.  She took her pregnancy so much in her
stride, that it didn't seem to bother the college guys either.  In
fact, a few months later when she was about eight months pregnant,
she spent all night at a frat party, and I have had regular erections
thinking about what happened there ... I must find out from her at
some time.

Sharon also was completely open regarding her sexual activities, and
made it quite clear that while she was happy to remain married to me,
and to make love as often as we were together, she would continue to
take as many lovers as she fancied.  She and Paul still regularly
attended their swingers club, and Sharon would relate to me the
wilder activities when we next were in bed together.  Probably at
least once a week she would call to tell me that she was spending the
night in someone's hotel room.  I soon became used to this state of
affairs, and continued to be turned on by the stories of her
sexploits.  But even I was caught by surprise one Monday night about
three months into Selina's pregnancy.  I knew that Sharon had a
cocktail and dinner that night with a group of clients from another
city, but she had said she would be home.

I had been in bed about an hour, when I heard the front door opening
and Sharon's voice from downstairs.  I assumed that she was talking
to one of the girls.  Shortly afterwards I heard footsteps coming up
the stairs, and I sat up to welcome Sharon home.  But when the door
opened, I had quite a shock!  Sharon had her arm round a man of about
her age, who was showing a clear mixture of lust and embarrassment on
his face as he half hid himself behind her. Sharon made introductions
brightly as if there was nothing unusual in the situation.  "Ted,
meet Barry White.  We were at school together, but we had lost touch
and had no idea that we would be meeting today.  Barry admitted today
that he spent most of his high school years lusting after me and
fantasizing about getting into my panties.  I told him that he only
needed to have asked!  But it's never too late ... we've still got
tonight for him to fulfil some of his fantasies.  The trouble is that
we left it so late talking about old times and who did it with whom,
that Barry couldn't find a hotel room.  So I've invited him back
here.  There's plenty of room in our bed; I've had three in it before
quite comfortably.  I said that we had a pretty open relationship and
that you wouldn't mind."

Well, what could I say?  In fact, I couldn't get any words out! 
Sharon pulled Barry down on to her side of the bed, and started
kissing him fiercely.  Any embarrassment that Barry may have felt
soon vanished, as they started tearing at each other's clothes which
were dumped on the floor.  In the process, most of the bedding came
off as well, leaving me lying on one side watching the frantic
coupling beside me as my own erection throbbed.  Very soon, Sharon
was naked on her back, with her legs wide open, knees in the air, as
Barry licked and sucked around her pubic area. She pulled his legs
round so that they straddled her face, and began sucking on his cock
as she worked it with her hands.  Very soon his ass was bucking up
and down as he fucked her mouth  at an ever quickening rate. 
Suddenly, Barry turned round again, saying: "Jeez, Sharon, after all
these years I don't want to waste this in your mouth .... I want to
FU-U-U-CK you properly".  With that he pulled her legs up over his
shoulders and slammed his not inconsiderably sized cock up to the
hilt in her cunt in one fluid movement.  The movement pulled all the
bedding on to the  floor, leaving me totally exposed with my engorged
cock waving in the air as I watched them, but that did not seem to
bother Barry in any way ... he just kept fucking Sharon, calling out
her name over and over again.  It was not long before he came,
pumping his jism deep into Sharon's womb as he groaned in ecstacy. 
They lay locked together for a while, after which Sharon pushed him
on to his back and started sucking again on his cock.  Within 10/15
minutes he had a sizeable hard-on once more, at which point Sharon
mounted him, sitting astride his cock and riding him with uninhibited
screams.  He lasted a lot longer than the previous time, but he could
not last forever with this sort of service, and I could see his ass
tighten and thrust back at Sharon, as he loosed a second load into
Sharon.  She continued trying to ride him for a while, but clearly
had had nothing more to give at this stage.

Sharon looked across at me, lying there rubbing my prick, and said:
"Well Hubby, dear, are you ready for some very sloppy seconds?" She
lifted herself off of Barry, and sat down impaling herself on my
cock, continuing with her frantic riding.  She was enormously
slippery by now, and I could feel puddles of Barry's cum leaking down
into my pubic hair, but I was beyond caring.  It was not long before
we came together with screams to wake the dead, as I pumped my load
into her as well.

Not long after, we turned out the lights, and I certainly drifted
quickly into sleep, lying on one side of Sharon, with Barry on the
other.  I was woken the next morning by the bouncing of the bed.  My
eyes opened to the sight of Barry taking Sharon from the back, doggy
style.  When Sharon saw that I was awake, she motioned to me to turn
round on the bed so that my head was towards the bottom end.  She
then slowly crawled towards me, Barry moving with her without
breaking his rhythm, until her thighs were on either side of my head,
and I could see Barry's dong sliding in and out of her pussy just
inches away.  She then squatted slightly so that her crotch came into
contact with my face.  I reached up to lick and suck her erect clit. 
Sharon went wild, bucking against my face and Barry's cock.  It was
difficult to keep contact with her clit as she bounced around, and I
suddenly realized that half the time I was licking Barry's cock as
well as Sharon's clit, but I could no longer care.  Sharon started
pumping my cock in her fist, at which my oral ministrations became
more desperate, and not long afterwards all three of us coming at the
same  time, my cum spurting all over her hands, over my stomach, and
all over the bedding.  Barry's cum, mixed with Sharon's juices poured
down over my mouth as I tried to swallow as much as I could. 
Finally, we all crashed into tangled heap, and slept for another
hour.

Once they woke again, Barry and Sharon went to shower together,
leaving me lying on the cum-soaked bed.  Barry had to leave quite
soon after, and Sharon drove him out to the airport, leaving me to
clean up afterwards .... But what an experience which I hope we will
repeat again.



Chapter 6: The big party

By this time the next big event on our family calendar was looming,
namely Sharon's 40th and Samantha's 16th birthdays.  The three girls
giggled a lot together on plans, but told me nothing.  I gathered,
however, that was to be the occasion when I would have to pay back
for laughing at Sharon when she was tied up in the hotel, for my
incestuous fucking of my daughters, and for getting Selina pregnant.

The party was organized for a Friday night, which was the day before
their birthday.  At last, about 10 days before the party, I was told
more of the arrangements.  The theme was 'politicians and
prostitutes'.  "I have had to tell our guests", Sharon informed me,
"that the party will go ahead, even though you have unfortunately
been called away on business over that weekend".  "Oh damn", I said,
"Does that mean that I have to sit on my own in the garage behind the
ventilation panel again?".  The girls giggled, as Sharon produced one
of these life-like rubber masks, with the face of Bill Clinton. 
"You'll wear this", explained Sharon, "while acting as waiter for our
party.  I'll see that the rest of your outfit is available for the
party ... don't worry about a thing".

On the big day, about two hours before the guests were due to start
arriving, the girls announced that they were starting to get ready,
and that my outfit was on my bed.  While Sharon was in the shower, I
went to look at the outfit, to find no more than the mask, and a
little French maid apron.  I sat round until Sharon, Sam and Selina
finished their showers.  The three came in together, still wearing
bathrobes. 

"What aren't you dressed yet? Come on, Ted, get those clothes off!",
ordered Sharon.  I stripped, and then feeling even more stupid donned
the maid's apron.  It fitted, sort of!  The bodice came up to about
my nipples.  At the front it hung about 3 inches below my balls, and
if I had an erection (which I was now quickly developing) it would
raise the front even higher.  The apron tied around my waist, by left
my backside totally exposed.  As I looked in a mirror with my hard-on
now at full stretch, it was clear that my cock and balls would be
visible to those looking at me side on.

"That's better.  How does he look girls?" asked Sharon.  "Too hairy"
replied Samantha peering under the apron.  "You're right" agreed
Sharon, "go get the razor".  Before I could even realize what the
intention was, Sharon and Selina wrestled me down on to the bed, with
Selina sitting on my chest, Sharon holding my legs, and with the
apron pulled up over my waist.  Sam returned with a dish of warm
water, soap, shaving foam and a razor.  As realization dawned I tried
to struggle up, kicking my legs, but Sam calmly warned me: "You'd
better behave and lie still, if you don't want a nasty accident".

I couldn't really see what was happening, but could feel Samantha
going to work on my crotch.  When I was eventually allowed up, my
entire pubic area including my balls were smooth and shiny pink like
a little boy's, and I was obviously going to have wait on the guests
with my boyish nether regions barely covered by the apron.  

I was instructed to put on the mask and to go downstairs to start my
duties.  Although guests would not be arriving for some while,
caterers would be delivering food and drink.  From now on, I would
have to answer the door, and when guest arrived I would need to
circulate with snacks and drinks.  I was told also to circulate
around bedrooms to see if anyone there needed refreshment.

It was not long before I had the humiliation of opening the door for
the caterers, some male and some female, and have them snigger at my
outfit.  But that was just the start of a long evening.

A few minutes before 8.00pm, the three girls came downstairs to show
me their outfits.  Behind my mask, my jaw dropped, and my prick gave
an upward jerk in spite of my humiliated position.
Selina wore an outfit that flaunted her pregnant state to the
maximum.  She wore a knitted breast-hugging top that ended just below
her boobs.  Her swollen midrift was entirely exposed, down to a white
mini-skirt that sat so low on her hips it was a wonder that her pubic
hair didn't show. Apart from that she was bare-legged and bare-
footed.

Samantha looked the ultimate whore.  A semi-transparent lacy top
showed her nipples clearly, and in any case left the lower swells of
her breasts on full display.  She wore ultra-tight ultra-short shorts
cut well up her ass-cheeks.  The outfit was completed by high-heeled
white leather boots which came up to her knees.

But it was Sharon's outfit that really took my breath away!  It had
a long skirt in dark blue satiny material, but it wrapped over in
front so that as she moved flashes of leg right up to her thigh came
into view.  The dress had virtually no top!  Two bands of material
fastened to the waist-band of the skirt and came up over her breasts
to fasten in a clasp behind her neck.  But it was as she turned round
that I had the greatest surprise.  Two thin horizontal straps secured
the dress at the back at waist level, but the skirt otherwise dipped
down to the bottom of her ass-cheeks, leaving her asscheeks on
permanent display.  It was evident that she wore no underwear.

My cock twitched and pushed the apron well in front of me at the
sight of the three girls and at the thought of their parading around
in this way in front of all the guests.  

Soon thereafter, the guests began to arrive.  The first were Julia
and Marion (from the conference hotel orgy) accompanied by two men. 
The ladies giggled at seeing me; one of them lifted the apron and
giggled "isn't that cute?" as she fondled my hairless balls.  In the
end about 30 men and about 15 women arrived.  Some I didn't know at
all.  Some were not a surprise, such as Sharon's friend Paul, and a
few of the college boys.  (I counted 7 college guys and 2 college
girls amongst the guests.)  But there were some real surprises for
me, notably school teacher Andrew Campbell, and my own younger
brother Charlie (3 years my junior).  I was real glad that they
couldn't recognize me for sure, although I think they guessed.

Following Sharon's orders, I circulated continuously with drinks and
snacks, not only in the main party area, but into the bedrooms.  The
dancing in the main party area quickly became intimate, with plenty
of groping and fondling.  As I watched, my cock grew into a semi-
erect state, which of course I could not hide, and led to many ribald
comments.  From about an hour after the party started, I virtually
always found some couples (or other combinations) fucking in the
bedrooms when I entered with my tray of drinks.  On one or two
occasions the men swore at me, and told me to get out, but in most
cases they seemed to find my presence in the guise of the hired
retainer amusing rather than annoying.  The Clinton mask helped! 
Many comments were made, particularly around the absence of Monica
and Hilary.  My groin ached at the sight of all this sexual activity,
the effects of various woman groping my smoothly shaved balls and
prick, and the impossibility of any relief.

Sharon, Samantha and Selina did not seem to go to the bedrooms at
all, preferring, it seemed, to remain with the bulk of the guests in
the living room.  All three were, however, almost continuously
necking with one or other of the men.  Sharon and Samantha's tops
were more often than not shifted to reveal at least one breast being
fondled by their partners at the time.  Selina's top disappeared
somewhere round about 11pm, and from then on she was happily moving
around topless, showing her by now quite large brown nipples.  At
some stage, the college boys started lining up to be nursed by here. 
She would sit on the couch, with the boy lying across her, and she
would hold his head to her breast as he suckled noisily on it.

The next stage of the party occurred at about 1am.  Sharon and
Samantha moved to the centre of the living room, where Sharon tapped
on a glass to get attention.  She ordered me to pass champagne all
round.  "Friends", she said, "it is now officially our birthday!  Sam
has now reached the 'age of consent', and she does!  I am no longer
'30-something', but I intend to prove the statement that a woman is
at her sexual peak in her 40s".  She and Sam quickly shed their
clothes, leaving them naked except for high-heeled sandals (Sharon)
and boots (Sam).  "We now invite all men who do not have fixed
commitments for tonight to join in a game of musical cunts.  All you
guys wanting to participate, grab cushions from the chairs or
elsewhere, and sit in a broad circle round the room".  In the end
about 20 guys accepted the invitation, with looks of eager
anticipation.

"Right, our waiter Bill will be MC", continued Sharon.  "Bill", she
addressed me, "prepare 20 slips of paper, and put my and Sam's names
on two, the rest blank, and put all in bag and shake them up.  Let
each guy choose a slip, and we will start the proceedings with these
two".

As I was doing what I was bid, Sharon took me to one side and gave me
further instructions as to what I was to do further.  I handed round
the pieces of paper, and Sharon and Sam went to  the two guys who had
drawn their names, sat astride them while french kissing them. 
Following my instructions, I set a kitchen timer with a loud buzzer
for 45 seconds.  When it buzzed, the two girls got up and moved to
the next guy to their left, as I started timer again.  Sharon had
also given me a tape with music on, but with breaks at random times,
with about 3-6 minutes between breaks.  When the break came I stopped
the tape and the timer, while the girls said a farewell to the guys
they were with at that time.  These two guys dropped out and we
started again.

It was not long before I noticed that some of the guys were undoing
their trousers and exposing their cocks, so that when Sharon and Sam
sat astride them they must have penetrated right into their gaping
pussies.  The whole scene got pretty frenetic.  The 45 second 
interval was well chosen, as each guy was just becoming well heated
up when the buzzer went, and he was left looking rather frustrated
... probably wishing to jack off, but not wanting to waste his seed
with the prospect of getting back into one of the two available
holes.  Some of the other woman guests had by now also stripped off
and were fucking their companions, so that the whole room was
becoming a complete orgy.  Even my cock, under the apron, remained
continuously at full attention.

After about 45 minutes, there were 6 guys left, at which point Sharon
announced that this would be the last round.  The remaining four
would spend the night with the two girls ... a night they would not
forget, she promised.  When the music next stopped, and the last two
dropped out, those remaining were two of the college boys, school
teacher Andrew Campbell, and an athletic grey-haired guy in his
fifties whose name at that stage I did not know (but later discovered
to be one of Sharon's swing-club members, Craig Thompson).  Sharon
put her arms through those of the two college boys, and Sam did the
same with the older men, and both moved towards the stairs up to the
bedrooms.  Sharon gave me my last instructions: "Bill ... see all our
guests out TO THEIR CARS, and then lock up when all have left.  You
can sleep on the couch in the living room, but at 10am I want you to
bring orange juice and champagne to all three rooms.  Don't knock ...
just come in ... you got that?"  She paused on the step, looked back
at me again, and added: "Remember, you will still be on duty  when
you serve us, so I expect you still to be in uniform, but ... when
you come up in the morning do lose that silly mask!".

Well, I did as I was told, escorting guests out to their cars, much
to their amusement and ribald comments, with my cock largely exposed
to any late-night passers-by.  

At 10 in the morning, I mounted the stairs, with my tray of orange
juice, champagne and glasses.  I started at Sharon's room (well
usually mine and Sharon's!).  I could hear plenty of panting and
groaning, but, as instructed, I entered without knocking ... and
nearly dropped the tray.  Sharon was sitting astride one of the
college boys with his cock evidently deeply buried in her pussy.  She
was leaning forward so that her ass was in the air, and the second
college boy was rubbing baby oil on his cock as he prepared to stuff
it up her anus.  The grey-haired guy, also naked, was seated to one
side, and he had pulled Sharon's head down into his crotch where she
was sucking on his cock while playing with his balls.  The three men
were so absorbed in their activities that they hardly seemed to
notice me as I entered; all three voices were grunting and groaning
"Oh, fu-u-u-ck ........ a-a-a-a-h .... this slut is better than the
highest price whore ....... give it to me you bitch". Sharon did,
however, look up briefly from her ministrations to the grey-haired
guy's cock, but still rubbing up and down, and said "Well guys,
here's our refreshments.  Let me introduce you to my husband, Ted"
.... That got the guys' attention for a moment at least as they all
looked up at me, which was highly embarrassing.  Sharon continued:
"Ted gets his hots from watching his wife and daughters being fucked
by as many men as possible."  Sure enough, and to my continuing
embarrassment, my cock stood to attention to prove how right she was. 
"Ted", she instructed me, "put the drinks on the table over there, I
don't think the guys are quite ready yet".  With that, she got back
to noisily sucking the one cock, as another sank deep into her back
passage as its owner started pumping furiously in time to her
bouncing on the third cock in her pussy.  Very soon all four were
screaming in passion, including Sharon who was clearly having
multiple orgasms.  I was frozen to the spot, fascinated by the scene
before me, and watched as all three men came in quick succession.  As
they fell apart, Sharon rolled on to her back, her legs wide open
with cum leaking out of both holes, and more running down the side of
her mouth, and said: "Well, did you enjoy that darling?  You might as
well pass the drinks around now.  And when you're done, get a warm
damp face cloth from the bathroom and come clean me up!" I obeyed!

On leaving Sharon with her three lovers looking as if they were still
going to have another session, I moved to Sam's room.  Again walking
straight in, I found Sam on her back with her legs up on Andrew
Campbell's shoulders as he fucked deeply into her, his eyes closed in
concentration.  "Hi, daddy", Sam greeted me, without any break in her
pelvic thrusts. "I think Mr Campbell has forgiven me for screwing Tom
Edwards on the school outing!" Campbell's eyes opened briefly, and in
between his passionate groans grunted out: "Oh god yes!  I was really
so envious of the two kids rutting away without shame and oblivious
to all else that I couldn't stand it.  I wanted to pull out my cock
right then and there and take over screwing Sam as soon as Tom was
through, but I was the teacher, I had to set the standards!  But Sam
and Sharon have sure made it up to me since."

I placed the drinks on the dresser, but could not drag myself away. 
I stood there stroking my erection as I watched the erotic sight of
my beautiful daughter fucking uninhibitedly with her teacher.  She
screamed: "Yes, yes ....... oh yes ...... I'm cummmmming ... fuck me
harder Andrew ... daddy watch me being stuffed full by Mr Campbell's
big cock ... I'm sure you want to be in here ... Ahhhhhhhh".  And
with that Andrew reached his climax, as I saw his buttocks tense and
with loud groans he came inside her.  I nearly shot my load over
them, but managed to keep it under control and slipped out of the
room with my balls aching in unfulfilled desire.

And so to Selina's room.  At least she had not been involved in
entertaining the winners of last night's game.  But as I pushed open
her bedroom door, I was in for another surprise.  There was my
brother Charlie, naked and flat on his back on the bed sporting aq
massive erection.  As I walked in, Selina was squatting astride him,
guiding his erection into her welcoming pussy.  "Ooo, uncle Charles
that feels so goooooood" she grunted as slowly she started to ride
him, slowly at first but then with ever increasing speed, her
enlarged belly and tits bouncing obscenely.  Charlie turned towards
me with a grin.  "I thought it must be you behind that Bill Clinton
mask, you old pervert!  I've had lustful incestuous thoughts about
this little daughter of yours since she was about 11 years old.  But
the reality far exceeds the fantasies ... you must have taught her
well you dirty old man".  After that they ignored me completely and
concentrated on their own pleasures.  Selina stretched raised her
hands to play with her hair as she noisily rode her uncle to climax. 
He played with her breasts and nipples, also rubbing his hands across
her swollen belly.  After she had climaxed two or three times,
Charlie rolled her over on to her back.  He positioned himself at the
top end of her belly and rubbed his cock, well-lubricated by her
juices between her breasts as she held them together.  It was not
long before he came.  The first shot of jism hit her in the face, and
he proceeded to jerk himself off over her tits and belly.  With a
cheeky and lazy smile at me, Selina rubbed his sperm all over herself
and blew me a kiss as I withdrew from the room, my own cock fully
engorged and my balls aching.

I returned to the living room, and most have dozed off on the couch,
waking about an hour later as I heard sounds of the guys leaving.  As
the front door closed for the last time, all three girls,  wearing
only broad smiles came into the living room.  Sharon sat down next to
me, and started French kissing me and pinching on my nipples ...
murmuring that I was truly a great sport!  Sam and Selina squatted on
the floor between my legs, and together started licking and caressing
my penis and scrotum.  The accumulated frustrations and tensions of
the past 24 hours had their immediate effect!  Try as I may to hold
back, my body would not co-operate, and within minutes I was spurting
what seemed gallons of sperm all over the two girls' faces and tits
as I groaned in blessed relief.  As my immediate passion subsided, I
dozed off briefly, although still vaguely aware of the other three
moving around.  It must have been about 15 minutes later that I
surfaced again, to find Sam and Selina on either side of me, nuzzling
against me and nibbling on my ears and neck, smearing some of own
sticky sperm all over me.  Sharon was now kneeling in front, and was
sucking on my cock which amazingly was showing signs of life again. 
In another 10 minutes I was rigid and rearing to go, at which point
Sharon sat astride me, taking my shaft deep into her pussy, while the
girls reached underneath to fondle my balls.  This time I lasted much
longer before I came again, and the sensations were beyond belief.

I have been writing these notes over the 4 or 5 months since the
events described above.  I have come to terms with the fact that the
three girls in my life get their kicks out of humiliating me sexually
whenever the opportunity presents itself.  They flaunt their multiple
lovers in front of me. But the compensation is that I have a sexual
life which most other men can only dream of, as one of the three is
almost always available when I have need of lovemaking.  For this I
have to accept to costs of the humiliations.

As I draft these closing paragraphs, I am sitting at the maternity
hospital where Selina is in labour.  Since I am here as grandfather,
not father, of the baby, I have not been admitted to the delivery
room, but Sharon is with her while I wait ....... BUT ...... here is
Sharon now with a great big grin ....  It's a girl!! ....... The
thought crosses my mind: I wonder what the position in our household
will be in another 13 or 14 years??!!




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