The Rub/Chapter Two
The Rub
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Chapter Two
Something had changed in my daughter after the fateful bath that I wouldn’t be able to unchange. Usually, when Tracy came over they would play footy in the back garden or dolls and games in her room with the door open. She rarely closed it and that included the bath when she was in it. Now, when Tracy came by, they latched themselves in her room and I didn’t hear a peep from them. Those two were never quiet when they were together, but now they were suspiciously so. That went on until the sleepover that weekend.
I thought it unusual that they locked themselves in the bath for over an hour on Friday night and then locked themselves in Jenny’s room. What was really strange was the fact they wanted to call an early night, which they never did, and came into my room for a goodnight kiss, wearing nothing but skimpy, very adult knickers and nothing else. Tracy was always modest and at least wore a vest or t-shirt but that was not the case this time.
The knickers evidently belonged to Tracy because my daughter didn’t have any like them, and hers were at least a size too small for her. Since my daughter was smaller, they were about two sizes too big for her and hung so low on her hips, half of her bum crack showed and her bare lips peeked through the leg holes. Tracy’s though, sank so far into her split she sported an exaggerated, but fabulous camel toe that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
While I lay in bed reading, wearing only my boxers with a sheet for cover, my daughter yanked the covers off, climbed on top of me and jabbed my sides. That’s how she signaled that she wanted a tickle fight and I responded in kind. Tracy had never joined in before because she was a bit more proper and not quite as playful. However this time, while I tickled Jenny, Tracy attacked my ribs and soon two wiggling, giggling girls had me pinned me down under them. Then, I decided to add a little grab arse to the game and goosed them both really good. But, while I had my daughter’s arse in one hand and Tracy’s in the other, Jenny pushed her hand down my shorts and grabbed my cock, which was so unexpected, it caught me by surprise and released their bums. So, they both teamed up and pulled my shorts down. At first I made a feeble attempt to stop them but I enjoyed it so much I let them drag them down to my knees.
Willy had perked up slightly and had a firm half hard going when they both went after him. Things heated up quickly after that so I went for their knickers and they didn’t make a real effort to stop me. Jenny's were so loose I quickly tugged them off and tossed them across the room before I peeled Tracy’s off. We continued to tickle and wrestle until willy went full throbber and caught their attention. As much as I wanted to let them play with him I thought better of it and called a stop.
“But, daddy, we want to play with you some more,” my daughter stuck her nose in my face and complained, “Don’t we Tracy?” The girl’s eyes sparkled, she bit her lip and nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Jenny, I want to play, I really do but we have a guest and I shouldn’t have let it go this far.”
“Don’t you like it when we play with you?” She asked in her syrupy sweet voice, “Tracy doesn’t mind, do you?” She looked disappointed that the game would end and shook her head no.
“It’s not right and Tracy’s mum would have me jailed if she found out.” More than likely, Old Bill would be delighted to give me a free ride to the local bang up.
So, I pulled my boxers back on, helped them on with their knickers, escorted them to their room and tucked them into bed. But when I gave my daughter a little kiss, she threw her arms around my neck and plastered me with a passionate lip lock that was so intense, I had to peel her off of me. So, what did Tracy do? The very same thing and hers left my cock leaking in my pants by the time I peeled her off of me.
Needless to say, I had to toss one off and considered a second, so I could go to sleep. However, my dreams were filled with very young, naked nymphs who loved to wrestle but were always out of reach when I tried to poke my cock in them. Then, sometime in the early morning hours, I felt the sheet slide over me and since I was not fully asleep, the movement roused me. In the low light, I could make out two little shadows that hovered over me from the bedside. The piece of wood I sported twitched in an invitation that my two nymphs could not resist and I jumped when they grabbed me, so they scurried from the room giggling. However, I quickly dismissed it and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The morning light filled the room and dragged me from my slumber only to find two knicker clad girls curled up on either side of me. They were so beautiful and looked so innocent in their sleep. But, the abundance of bare flesh immediately caught my attention. I didn’t get a good look at Tracy last night while we were wrestling, so I decided to take a moment and admire the landscape. She was a cute girl, not really pretty but attractive and pleasant to the eye, with an even more pleasant body that had a few inches of height over my daughter, plus ten to fifteen pounds. Her hips flared nicely where the puppy fat had melted into curves and her chest was graced with a marvelous pair of pokies. Little conical titties that pushed about three inches from her chest and topped with puffy pink areola. It took supreme willpower for me to resist the impulse to suck them between my lips and nurse on them. After all, I reasoned to myself, that’s what titties are for.
What I was helpless to resist was her fat bum. The little puppy begged and pleaded for a squeeze but to only an extent was I able to resist the temptation. I brushed my fingertips over the firm, thinly veiled flesh but that was not enough and with a feather like touch, I smoothed my entire hand over the cheeks. The closer I got to her pussy the hotter it became, which emboldened my touch and the more daring I became. Even through her knickers I could feel the steamy heat rise from her fat pussy lips and saw that a wet spot had formed where her little hole was.
“Did young girls usually lubricate in their sleep?” I asked myself.
If not, it appeared that I wasn’t the only one that was excited and wondered if she was really awake. That proved to be too much for me and by now I had my own wet spot where I dribbled in my shorts.
My daughter looked so peaceful in repose that I could still feel my soapy fingers as they played inside her tender parts. The oversized knickers had ridden down her hips and exposed most of her bum crack and the large gaping leg holes left nothing of her succulent pussy to the imagination. Oh, how I wanted to run my tongue over those tender lips and through the damp split. I caught myself at the last second before I did it and instead, drew a lungful of her musky fragrance into my nose… and then ran to the loo before I left a sticky mess in my pants.
I had a hard grip on myself and my hand was blur before my pants hit the floor and I splattered the wall behind the wash basin. Then, it was blessed relief to empty my bladder before I went to the kitchen and did a beaker of strong coffee. My daughter found me there while I was on my second beaker with newspaper in hand. She gracefully sauntered in, stretched and then rubbed her eyes.
Then she planted a sweet kiss on my lips and gave me a yawned, “G’morning, daddy,” and poured herself a cup of coffee.
I thought it strange because she never drank coffee; maybe tea but not always that. Then she opened the fridge and bent down to get the milk and those loose little knickers slipped down and almost fell off which treated me to wonderful view of almost the entire expanse of luscious bum crack and puckered brown hole. Then she straightened and turned and the tiny little things hanged from the bulge of her mons and she made no attempt to pull them up. After she poured milk in her coffee, she stretched and pushed her chest out which emphasized those wonderful little pokies of hers and there was lift off in my pants. Then she casually sat on my knee and sipped her coffee while I admired the fat cleft that was exposed through the loose legs of her knickers. If she kept it up, and the show was too enjoyable for me to ignore, another trip to the loo for relief would be in order.
“Since when do you drink coffee?” I asked while I casually brushed my hand over her inner thigh and steer clear of her pussy.
“I like it when I’m sleepy like I am this morning,” she informed me between sips.
“Long night, heh?” I asked as I casually brushed my fingers into the juncture of her thigh.
“We couldn’t sleep and were up most of the night,” she giggled.
“Yeah, and what did you do most of the night?” And let my finger drift over a fat lip.
I could see the blush climb up her neck and she moaned, “Things...”
“They must have been some interesting things to keep you up like that,” I said in a low and sensual tone while my finger glided precariously close to her little hole and encountered moisture… and a lot of it.
“They were… hmmm, that’s nice, maybe I’ll tell you later after you help me wake Tracy up.”
“Let her sleep.” I suggested as slid my now slippery fingertip over her little crease, “You should join her and get a few more winks instead of drinking coffee.”
“Daddy, is it right to be so wet down there?” She asked and pointed at her slit.
“Girls get that way when they’re randy.” I stated as my finger breached the slick little split, “I believe they say horny now, you know, sexually excited.”
“I think I’m horny, daddy,” and spread her legs for me.
“What were you girls doing that kept you up so late?” I asked as my finger grazed her clit, “You went to bed a lot earlier than usual.”
“Things…” she flatly stated, “Right there… hmmm.”
“You must have been doing things that made you horny,” I stated while I rubbed tiny circles on the little nubbin and could feel the hard little pearl inside while I tried to imagine what my daughter had done with Tracy.
Then I realized what I was doing pulled my hand away like I have been burned. I had been burned by her flaming hot pussy. Clearly, I had to keep my hands to myself, reroute the conversation and my line of thought.
“Daddy, why did you stop?” She asked as she brushed her fingers over my cock, “You’re horny just like me...”
I was ready to pull myself out and have at it when Tracy came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek, saying, “Morning, Mister Rich,” and began to giggle, but Jenny put her finger to her lips and shushed her while she shook her head.
Then, they ran to the work top and got into a whispered exchange while my daughter did coffee for her friend before the two took off into the house together. The struggle to end all struggles began in my head. I went back to my room, latched the door, pulled up the mental image of Tracy and my daughter’s naked bodies, laying side by side with legs open wide in invitation… and tossed myself off the second time this morning.
“What has come over me?” I asked myself but knew the answer.
End Chapter Two
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