The Rub/Chapter Three

The Rub

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Chapter Three

After my wank, I dressed before something had a chance pop up again and went to my daughter’s room, which was locked, so I called through the door, “Get dressed you two, we’re having breakfast at the cafe,” and sipped the last of the coffee while I waited patiently for them to get ready.

They were both animated at the breakfast table and managed to pull me into their gossip. Let me tell you, they had the dirt on everyone in their class, including the teachers. I couldn’t believe some of the things they talked about... well, yes I could. The main topic turned Sally Springer, whom it would seem, was the school bike. Everyone rode her including some of the teachers. That brought a lot of memories back about the things that went on behind the bike racks at my school and a certain Nancy Timmings that was of, how shall we say, a similar disposition. For a ‘alf shilling she’d let you put your hand in her knicks and for two, she’d wank you. I was never up for it, not because I didn’t want my hand in her knickers, but because, who had that kind of money back then? Certainly not me.

“Mister Henderson put his thing in her and I watched,” Tracy whispered in a low and confidential tone.

“How did you get to do that?” My daughter inquired with a touch of excitement in her voice, “Daddy, you don’t mind, do you?”

I shook my head, then my daughter smiled at me and shivered in anticipation at the potential bombshell her friend was about to unload on us. So, Tracy continued, “I hid in the cloakroom with Betty Hansen. She told me they were going to be there.” You can see the quality of gossip exchanged, really in the gutter, but I was so fascinated I gripped the edge of my seat while I awaited more gory details, “I wish we were closer so we could see everything.”

“Spit it out,” My daughter begged, “What did you see?”

“It’s pretty nasty, Mister Rich.” Tracy warned me.

“I’m fine with it,” I answered, “Things like that happened when I was in school and I’ve heard it all so don’t be shy.”

“If you’re sure...” she continued, “Mister Henderson was sitting in his chair when she walked into the classroom and you know how she dresses, Jenny, little Miss Slapper the Slut. It was pretty disgusting the way she had her skirt rolled up so high you could see her knickers. You know what he did? He lifted the front of her skirt and kissed her right there, you know right on her muffin. Then he smiled and asked, ‘The fragrance is wonderful. You did like I asked, didn’t you?’ And put his hand between her legs and rubbed her privates right up there. You know what she did then? She pulled her knickers off and then, I can’t say it because it’s so gross,” then she whispered, “She rubbed them under his nose.”

“That’s too gross,” my daughter agreed.

“That’s nothing. He took them from her and sniffed them really good and told her, ‘You did, hmmm, you did do what I asked.’ I couldn’t believe he sniffed her smelly knickers and said that.”

“Men like that kind of stuff,” I told the girls, “Guess what a knicker gusset smells like.”

“Daddy, don’t be so gross. I can’t believe anyone would do that. You know what comes out down there.”

“I guess I shouldn’t mention that I’ve done it myself, then?” I asked and both of the girls eyes got very wide and their jaws dropped at the revelation, “Well, it’s true. The gusset traps the girl’s sex scent and that makes it so nice. Girls like the smell of men down there for the same reason, don’t they Tracy?”

Her eyes went wide and she asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Men’s pants, their sex scent is in them and girls like the smell.” We both watched the blood drained from her face when I said that. “Go ahead, Tracy, you can tell us what else happened?”

“Daddy, why did you say that?” My daughter urged.

Then Jenny’s eyes popped out when Tracy whispered something in her ear. I didn’t have to hear it because I knew what was said. Needless to say, my daughter was speechless for awhile. You see, I caught Tracy with her nose in my pants once, but left right away and didn’t confront her with it.

“Ah… well… while he sniffed her… her knickers ,” she stuttered but now her cheeks were crimson,” She opened his trousers and pulled his thing out and she did it… you know. Betty thought it was the grossest thing she had ever seen,” then she shivered at the thought and glanced at me with a question in her eyes so I nodded. Then she lowered her voice and continued, “She kissed it and pulled on it… before… like, she put it in her mouth. Then he made funny noises and told her, ‘Baby doll, you’re the best.’ You should have seen how big he was after that.”

“Was he bigger than Daddy?” My daughter interjected and then covered her mouth and tried to look innocent.

Jenny put her hand to my daughter’s ear and whispered, “Will you be quiet, what will your daddy think? No, your daddy is bigger.”

I heard every word and it made me feel good because I’m just average. That tells me that Mister Henderson is well, how shall I say, a little puny.

“Mister Rich, does it get big like that because he was horny?” Tracy asked.

For some reason, I believed the girls liked talking bawdy like this, especially Tracy, so I assured her, “I would say so.”

“Just like daddy was… ooops,” my daughter blurted out before she slapped her hand over her mouth... then the snickers and giggles broke out so bad the girls couldn’t contain them.

“Don’t be like that, you two, blokes can’t help it,” I added with a smile.

Between snickers, Tracy continued, “He was really horny and she kissed it and put it in her mouth. Then he told her, ‘I need to get inside that wet little fanny of yours.’

You know what she did then? She pulled her dress up and bent over the desk. Then he got behind her and played with her bum and told her, ‘Daddy’s coming home, girl,’ then he poked it in her and started bouncing and making funny noises. I don’t know why he said that to her.”

“He was probably pretending in a way that was meant to excite them both before he shagged her.” Which they didn’t seem to understand and was met with an inappropriate number of giggles in response.

“Daddy, do you think it’s gross that she kissed his thing?” My daughter asked.

“No, because they both liked it. Some girls like to suck on a cock, well, a bloke’s thing, because it makes them both feel good.” Both of the girls looked at me in horror that I would say such a thing.

“Did mum ever do that to you?” My daughter asked with a grimace on her face at the disgusting thought, but both of their jaws drop when I answered.

“Yes, she did. She didn’t do it much but I had a girlfriend before I met your mum that liked it a lot.”

“Oh, my gawd!” Jenny, exclaimed as she slapped her hand over her mouth.

“Sweetheart, it’s a nice part of sex if both parties enjoy it.”

They were both frozen speechless at the revelation and the only thing you could hear were the gears spinning in their heads. At that point, I believed I had shared enough and it was time to go back our place. So I paid the bill and left a generous gratuity, then we were off.

The girls rushed through the door as soon as it opened and made a beeline to my daughter’s room, but this time, they left the door open. After their quiet spell, or should I say shock, they were overly excited for some reason and a heated, but somewhat muted, discussion ensued. Then, all was quiet and peaceful as if nothing had happened. They probably needed time to digest the new information so I put on a beaker of coffee and left them alone.

About an hour later, Jenny wondered into my room wearing a tight pair of sexy knickers and nothing else. I was propped up in the bed, sipping coffee while I read a picture magazine that caught my eye at the newsagents. Then she jumped into the bed, cuddled up with me and asked, “What ya readin’?”

“Nothing that would interest you,” I replied, “Nice knicks!”

“Did you like the other ones we were wearing?”

“I thought they were really sexy, but I like the ones you’re wearing now much better.”

“The others were sorta loose but I liked them,” then she lowered her voice, “You could see my fanny and bum crack, but you know that.”

“Yes you could,” I agreed with her, “That’s why I liked them so much.”

“Daddy, you are so, so nasty. Do think these are sexier?” She stood on her knees, shook her hips and asked.

“Very sexy,” I told her. They were so shear and tight, little was left to the imagination, and I asked her, “Turn around and let me see the back?”

She turned around and they were so tight they sank into her bum crack, and I ran my hand over the firm cheeks, “Where did Tracy get them?” I asked.

“Her cousin outgrew them and gave them to her. We’re fitting them and she’s going to give some to me. Do they make you horny?”

“You’re trying to make your daddy horny, aren’t you?” I asked her.

“Me?” She asked and pointed to herself with a sly and very naughty little smile.

“Yes, I believe you are,” I told her.

Then she lifted the covers and looked under them, but I snatched them away from her and she told me, “Just checking.” I wasn’t as ‘horny’ because of the two wanks I had earlier. That may not be true for long the way I’m being teased, “Oh, look, daddy, what do you think of Tracy’s?”

My mouth dropped when I glanced over at Tracy who stood in the doorway. She had a pair of light grey, French cut knickers that bared her hips with only a thin strip over her prominent mons. As if she could read my mind she did a little twirl and from the rear, most of her bum cheeks were bare. Needless to say, there was definite movement in my pants that time that tented the covers.

It didn’t help when my daughter saw it and giggled. Then she whispered in my ear, “Daddy’s horny now.”

I looked at her and growled then she ran from the room giggling. Tracy sauntered over to me and sat down. Gawd, she looked good in her sexy little knickers and bare little titties with the obviously swollen, puffy little tips.

“Can I talk to you about something?” She asked as she looked down at the floor.

“Tracy, you can talk to me about anything. Tell me, what’s on your mind?” I asked as I tried to divert my eyes and my thoughts from the vision of loveliness so near to me I could feel the heat radiate from her body along with the musky scent of her sex.

“Is it normal for girls to be horny all of the time?”

There’s that word again. She’s horny, now I’m horny, which was evident, and we’re going to talk about girls being horny. Good combination. I wonder where it will lead?

End Chapter Three

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