A Night To Remember/Chapter Two
A Night To Remember
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Chapter Two
There was daylight in the room when I came around again. It was the pounding in my head that informed me I should not have had that last whisky last night. There was another pounding that came from my morning wood. My daughter had draped herself over me and used my chest for a pillow and I reached down to squeeze her bum and see if she wanted to help me with the swelling when my hand encountered bare flesh that did not belong to her.
Then, I remember what had happened last night, and looked over to see who I had touched. Sandy was draped across the top of the bed and my fingers were within tickling distance of her fuzzy little split.
She was a pretty girl at fourteen; the same age as my daughter. Well on her way to becoming a real looker. Thin and gangly with long blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. That was why I wasn’t convinced she was Mickie’s sister, but they both insisted they were. She had nice pair of oranges on her chest with areola so light they were almost invisible, with large crinkly little rubber points that pushed from the middle. That was one of the things she teased me with. She didn’t always wear a chemise or vest and she went out of her way to bend over in front of me and allow her top to gape open.
It was deliberate and she knew that I knew it was, and she let me look to distraction. Then, there was her fanny which she liked to show off even more. I can’t count the number of times she seated herself at the kitchen table wearing only a chemise and treated me to her little pink treasure box. If I was in the lounge, she liked to sit across from me and give me a nice show. Her sister wasn’t that way at all and I’ve always known her to be very modest… at least until today. Something changed in both of them after they watched me fuck my daughter.
The fuzzy little hairs on the top of Sandy’s little split looked inviting and I wanted to brush my fingertips across them. I inched my fingers over and just before I touched them, the girl pushed her fingers between her legs. I looked up and her eyes were still closed so I figured she had done it in her sleep.
While I watched, she put her fingers to work on her clit nubbin. It had never occurred to me that girls masturbated in their sleep, but maybe they did. She rubbed herself briskly and opened her legs to where I could see the glistening moisture between them and watch her skilled fingers fly over her fat bean. Then she squeezed the little stalk between her fingers and wanked it like a little cock.
I thought to myself, “She can’t be doing this in her sleep,” then looked up to see her bright eyes and smiling face. She shivered a little then her face went slack just like my daughter’s did and without touching myself, my cock jumped and my little sperm tap popped open.
The long stringy ropes flew across my chest and one of them landed on my daughter’s cheek, which woke her up. Her hand flew to offending streamer and her eyes opened wide and she said, “Ewe, you got your stuff on me,” then quickly climbed out of bed and ran to the loo.
I don’t know where Mickie was at the time, but that left me alone in bed with a smiling Sandy, and I apologized, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“It was wicked. I’ve never watched one do that before.”
“It does that sometime; especially when I watch girls rub themselves.”
Jen came in with a flannel and it was obvious that she scrubbed her face. Then, she used the cloth to wipe the come from my belly and chest, and scolded me, “That was not the way I like to wake up, naughty man.”
“It just happened while I watched Sandy rub herself.”
“What’s going on with you, Sandy? You never let anyone watch you play with yourself.”
“I’m sorry, Jen. I couldn’t help it. After watching you shag last night, I woke up and saw your father’s hard thing sticking up and… and had to rub myself.”
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just surprised that’s all. I think father liked it, didn’t you?”
“Uhm, as you can see, it was a bit exciting. Both of you better dress before I get excited again.”
“That’s not a bad thing, father dearest,” my tart of a daughter informed me.
After I left the loo, I passed Mickie who was still fast asleep on the sofa, and put on a beaker of coffee and did breakfast. While it cooked, I went to check on my wife and she was gone, but had left me a note on the bed unit, telling me her employer rang her before daylight and she had to take a rail into the city.
It was not unusual for her to get called away without notice. We’ve all learned to live with it. I wonder if she missed me since I was not in bed with her. It wouldn’t have taken much for her to catch me naked in bed with the girls.
I went to Jen’s room to invite them to breakfast and fetch my bottle of whisky for a little hair of the old tale. It might ease the pounding in my head a touch. Neither of the girls had put on a dress but I didn’t object. The scenery was much too nice and I figured I should be a bit more lax with them.
Sandy sat next to me at the table, with her legs splayed, which was terribly distracting and popped a good sized tent in my gown. She would eye my bulge, then look up and try to catch my eye so I would know what she was looking at. That didn’t help old willy at all and between her gaping snatch and the way she looked at my cock, it wasn’t long before my tent was fully propped and throbbing.
I knew Jen sensed what was going on between us from her smile and the look in her eyes. Then, I parted my robe a little and showed Sandy my throbbing cock. As soon as she saw it her hand dropped between her legs and she squeezed herself. My daughter dragged her chair between us and sat in for what appeared to be a promising show.
Then, from the doorway we heard Mickie’s loud voice scold, “That is so disgusting at the table. Stop playing with yourself like that Sandy or I’m going to tell mum, and put on your knickers so we don’t have to look at your fanny.”
Sandy quickly closed her legs and I thought it wise to tuck my cock back in my gown. Then, Sandy got up from the table to calm her sister, who took a lock of her long hair and tried to tug it out… ouch. The girl screamed, “You little bitch,” and swung her hand to smack the girl, who dodged it and then punched her.
I got up to break them apart with as stern a voice that I could muster, “Both of you stop it now or I’m packing you up and sending you home.”
Poor Sandy’s eyes were brimming with tears when she ran from the room, then put on her dress and slammed the door as she left. Mickie was also in tears when Jen took her to her room to talk to and try to calm her. What started out to be a fun morning had quickly deteriorated into a fight and I had no idea what caused it or why. So, I poured myself some more of the old hair and went in search of a packet of aspirin.
About an hour later Jen found me in my bed somewhat anesthetized from the whisky with a little less pounding in my head and asked, “Would you come with me. There’s something you should see.”
Jen led me to her room and cracked the door a bit, telling me, “Have a look.”
I peered into the room and saw Mickie laying on her stomach, with both hands tucked between her legs while she humped herself into the bed. I had never seen anything like it so I asked my daughter, “What is she doing?”
“That’s how she plays with herself.”
I looked at her with incredulity and said, “You’re joking me. That makes her feel good?”
“A little but she doesn’t get the feeling. I tried to teach her how and so has Sandy but she won’t learn. She always goes back to humping her hands like that.”
“She looks very randy. Isn’t there something you can do to help her?”
“There’s something you can do. She watched us last night and got excited and when she saw you and Sandy she came unglued. She’s so randy she’s hysterical and needs an orgasm and won’t let me help her. I think she has a crush on you and wants you to do it.”
“Why me?”
“Because, my dear and very daft father, you don’t understand how girls think. You excite her. Haven’t you seen the way she acts around you?”
“You sound just like your mum. That’s something she would tell me. I haven’t noticed Mickie acting unusual but her sister is very obvious.”
“Different girls do things... well, differently.”
“What should I do?”
“Go in there and make her feel good. That’s what she wants.”
“Shouldn’t I talk to her or something?”
“She doesn’t need your talk. She wants your touch.”
“If you say so. I’ll take your word on it.”
The girl looked miserable the way she went about it and got nowhere. So, I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her knicker covered bum. She stopped hunching and moaned, then I quickly pulled away because I thought it bothered her. But she pushed her bum up a little and wiggled it, which seemed to invite my hand back.
I squeezed her chubby bum cheeks and that elicited a few more moans then I let my fingers stray into her crack. The girl was sodden. I pulled her bum cheeks open a little and the gusset was so soaked, it dripped. So, I reached up and tugged the waist down and she raised herself to help me. Then stripped her knickers off and I couldn’t help but take a little whiff. The knickers were soaked with concentrated girl sex scent that went straight to my cock.
Then, I laid them aside and spread her cheeks for a look and they were thickly coated with her honey. If I thought her gusset smelled strongly of girl sex, it was nothing compared to the inside of her crack. The girl oozed not only her juice but enough pheromones to send a troupe of soldiers into total apoplexy. You could use that stuff to win wars without fighting.
So, I dipped my face in, kissed the inside of her cheeks and rubbed her little arse pucker. Then, the moans poured from her lip while she humped her bum into my face and her little brown hole swallowed the tip of my finger. She liked it so much she pushed herself back and took my finger to the second joint. So, I twisted it into her rectum to the knuckles and ground them against the wrinkled ring of muscle.
I didn’t think she could reach her orgasm that way and tried to flip her onto her back, but she wouldn’t allow it. Since I could barely reach her clit like this, I played a finger into the mouth of her cunt and twisted it into her. She pushed her herself into it before she climbed to her knees and spread her legs.
That gave me the access that I needed, so I pressed my thumb into her clit, screwed two fingers into her cunt and ground my knuckles into her. I heard a, “Oomph,” like someone knocked the breath out of her, then she wavered for a second, then fell shaking and shivering into the bed. I do believe I helped her attain her first orgasm.
I got up to let the girl rest and recover and as soon as I closed the door, all ninety five pounds of my daughter flew into me and dragged me to the floor with her, begging, “Fuck my brains out, NOW!”
You must know that I always give my girls what they ask for.
End Chapter Two
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