Message-ID: <35613asstr$1015546209@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020307122815.19637.qmail@web20309.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Art=20West?= Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 12:28:15 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} ?TED'S HORNY GIRLS (M/F,M+/F,M/f,M+/f,inc,preg) Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 19:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "TEDSG.txt" begin> 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??!! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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