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Chapter 9

"And how, pray tell, are your three darling daughters?" Joan asked. She was backing him into a corner* giving him tantalizing glimpses of her lush breasts. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, giving up on trying not to look at the part of her breasts revealed by her open blouse.

"Of course," she purred, looking up impishly.

"You're likely to succeed," he noted. He hands found her waist and pulled her against his cock.

"Well, I should certainly hope so," she said, rolling her pussy against his hard-on.

His hands slid up her silk blouse, fondling the warm masses of her breasts through the slippery fabric.

Her lips parted, her tongue tip flicking her upper lip.

"And how is your husband?" Mike asked, his thumbs pressing her soft flesh from the center toward the outside. He increased the gap of her blouse so it showed more of her satin skin, more of her lush globes, though not her nipples, yet.

Her fingers touched his pecker through his pants, teased it, made his belly harden with desire. "He asked me to invite you over," she said softly. "Soon!”

"I've got a better idea," Mike responded, still fondling her breasts through her blouse. He was fascinated by how erotic it was to be feeling them without actually touching skin. "How about the two of you coming to my place this Saturday?”

"To do what?" she asked, looking down at the bulge in his pants. She ran a fingernail provocatively up the underside of the jutting ridge of his phallus.

"The kids want to have a party," Mike answered. "And they need a chaperone.”

"Oh, shit," Joan snorted.

"But you see," Mike went on, "they'll be in the rec room in the basement. And we'll be upstairs." He spread her blouse open, exposed more of her pale jugs.

"Oh ho!”

He traced a curve on her hot skin with a fingertip. He was tantalizing himself by keeping her nipples concealed.

"Do I have any appointments in the next half-hour or so?" he asked hotly.

"We've got an hour-and-a-half," she told him, "If you think you can last that long.”

"It'll be fun trying!" He unfastened the next button on her blouse. There was now only one to go above the waist of her skirt.

"So, the kids will be downstairs, and we'll be upstairs," Joan said.

"And we know what they'll be doing," Mike went on.

"Of course," Joan agreed. "We're chaperoning them so they won't do it.”

"And, while they're doing it downstairs, we'll be doing it upstairs." Without unbuttoning any more buttons, he pressed the blouse back over Joan's shoulders, making the vee spread wider and wider at the top. It curved in and down in the center, indenting her breast flesh. He left it that way, with her nipples still hidden, and stroked his hands down the sides of her neck and out the smooth curves of her shoulders.

"I don't suppose," Joan said softly, "that we mi once in a while, very carefully, look in on them, to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble?”

"Well, after all, isn't that one of the responsibilities of a chaperone?" he asked, carefully easing her blouse down a tiny bit at a time until he saw miniscule slivers of nipples.

"Of course," she agreed, unbuckling his belt without looking down.

"And, naturally, we wouldn't want to disturb them, so we'll have to do it very stealthily," he concluded, cupping the outsides of her breasts. He pressed up and in, watched as they bulged out of her blouse, slowly sliding farther and farther into view. Then they were there, in his grasp, exposed, lifted and supported by the half-unfastened blouse.

"Such a considerate, concerned father," Joan murmured as she bared his cock and wrapped her hand around it.

"But of course!”

"Are you still fucking the little charmers?" Joan asked.

"I beg your pardon, but I have never fucked Patty," he corrected her.

"Oh, really?" Joan asked skeptically.

"Certainly not! She's a virgin.”

"Huh?" Joan sounded as if she almost believed him.

"Of course, she sucks like a vacuum cleaner. And, she likes it up the ass.”

"Oh, ho ho!" Joan chortled, giving his cock a squeeze. "And just why, may I ask, are we-uh-chaperoning the little wantons, if we know they're going to do it anyway?”

"Mostly for appearance's sake," Mike replied, still toying with her soft breasts. "The parents of the boys involved are more conventional about these things than I am. Also, there's always the danger of crashers if word of the gathering slips out.”

"Speaking of slipping out," Joan murmured, "aren't your clothes getting a little uncomfortable?”

"Very," he admitted. "I'd say that about you, but you aren't wearing enough for them to be uncomfortable.”

"I really wish we could run this office in the nude," Joan said as she helped him out of his pants. His cock jutted out from his groin like a flagpole.

"Might unsettle a few clients," Mike answered. "And we have few enough as it is.”

"Ah, but think of the new ones it might attract!** Joan was down to the buff already-of course all she needed to do was step out of her skirt and shed her blouse and toe off her shoes.

Mike loved the feel of her naked skin against his. Finally his lust got the better of his restraint, and he bent her forwards over the desk. The brown-haired lips of her pussy pouted out below her butt.

"Make sure you get the right hole," Joan growled as her breasts squashed flat on the desk top. Her tail shone in the harsh light. He stroked her gleaming globes as he prepared to part her thighs with his jutting dork. Teasingly, he let his cockhead touch her bung.

"Not there," she whispered hoarsely. "God, how I love it! But not there without some grease.”

"Sorry, fresh out of it," Mike said, moving his dick down. He buried it in her swampy twat. She moaned as he thrust into her. He felt her hot tissues enfold his pecker. His balls tightened up against his groin.

He stroked his cock in her clinging twat, and thought about the coming party. When the girls had returned from the picnic Micaela had been completely changed. She had been languid and fulfilled and content. He didn't know what had happened, but obviously, Gabby's plan had worked.

The thought of seeing his daughters get fucked made his nuts steam. And, it would be combined with a night with Joan and John… It was going to be one hell of an evening.

He pistoned in his secretary's searing hole and fingered her tail. As he watched his cock slide into her hot depths, his finger touched her anus. She moaned softly. Slowly, he pressed into her bung, watched his finger dilate the tight ring. He recalled how it felt to be one of two cocks in her, and his nuts let off a spurt of steam that was almost a cumming.

As he stroked his dong in her hot, clinging tunnel, his guts gathered themselves for the final pumping eruption. She was gasping, pressing her cheek to the desk as she took his cock. Her mouth gaped, like a fish's. Or, as if she was sucking cock.

Three cocks? Christ, what about three cocks, Mike thought as he plunged his meat into her clutching tunnel. One up her rear, one in her cunt, and one in her mouth. What a sight that would be. But where could they find a third man? He discarded that concern in favor of just savoring the feel of her twat around his phallus as he tried to visualize a triple penetration.

"Awww, God, I'm cumming," Joan moaned.

He twisted his finger in her ass, rubbed his cock through her membranes. He imagined a prick jetting thick pearly jizm into her mouth, and his balls erupted in a live-steam blast of cum. He leaned over her back. His groin pulsed and burned as he filled her pussy with goo, and dreamed of her drowning in a three-way cumming.

"Daddy's going to chaperone us?" Micaela asked in disbelief.

"That's what he said," Gabby answered.

"Well, shit," Patty snorted.

"Language," Micaela corrected. "Though I agree with the sentiment.”

“But wait a minute," Gabby said. "I mean, consider who he's going to have with him.”

“Who?" Micaela and Patty chorused.

“His secretary," Gabby answered. "And her husband.”

"So?" Patty asked.

"You mean, you think they'll be into some heavy action upstairs, and won't bother us?" Micaela mused.

"Natch," Gabby said. "And, if things get a little dull downstairs, we can always go up and see what they're doing.”

Micaela thought of watching her father screw another woman, and felt her pussy begin to steam. She shifted restlessly on the couch. She remembered how watching had made her blood boil that day at the mill pond. She thought of seeing her father's cock plunge into a mature twat, and her cunt seeped sticky juices, wetting her panties.

Evidently, her sisters were having similar thoughts. Patty was slouched lewdly in the easy chair. Her legs were thrown over the arms so her crotch was spread wide. Her hand was languidly stroking her pussy through her shorts. Gabby was sitting on one of the high counter stools. Her legs were parted, too. Her fingers were inside her pants, probing her crotch.

Micaela moved a little, letting her hand stray to her twat. She had been horny continually ever since the gang-bang on the grass. She wondered if she would ever get that much cock at one time again. It hadn't been just cock, either-her sisters had eaten her, too. God, the way their tongues had tormented her clit had been unbelievable. Then all that cum showering down on her: thick and hot and sticky.

Micaela surged to her feet. Patty saw her coming. There was welcome in her lust-filled eyes. Micaela knelt, and drew Patty's shorts down, baring the girl's nearly hairless pussy, Patty kicked out of her pants, spread her legs wide again, and smiled eagerly.

Micaela's mouth and pussy watered as she studied the pale, plump lips in front of her. Leaning forward, she fingered the soft flesh, feeling the heat and humidity of Patty's excitement. As Micaela leaned toward that tender slit, she smelled Patty's arousal.

Micaela parted the lips, revealing her sister's pink inner folds. The ruffled lips came to a point high in her slit, hiding the pale button of her clitoris. Below that, like a dimple, was her pisser. And last, except for her bung, was the partially closed gate of her vagina.

Micaela leaned forward and nuzzled her mouth against Patty's pussy, tasting her slick, slippery folds. Micaela's tongue probed the tight tunnel as she squirmed her nose against the clit.

Patty clutched Micaela's head and began whimpering with passion. Micaela's sex flames flared higher as she built her sister's up. Micaela sucked up Patty's warm juices, scooping up waves of them with her tongue.

"My clit," Patty wailed. "My clit.”

Micaela found it, and fastened on it like a hungry leech. Patty began to thrash as Micaela sucked on the nerve button. The unexpected touch of warm hands on her waist made Micaela almost bite Patty's pearl. Patty lurched in reaction. Micaela squirmed as her pants were dragged down, her lush ass bared. She wondered what Gabby had planned.

Gabby dragged Micaela's pants off her so she was naked from the waist down. Micaela kept sucking on Patty's clit. Then there was a hot breath against Micaela's bung. She whimpered into the smothering folds of Patty's twat. Something hot and soft and squirmy touched Micaela's asshole, and she felt her sphincter wink in reaction.

There was a slow, hot, burning invasion of her butt. She kept on slurping on Patty's nipple like clit. Patty's fingers were pulling on Micaela's hair, trying to jam her head up her crotch. Micaela felt Gabby's cheeks pressing her butt as Gabby tongue-wormed her shitter.

Then Gabby slid a finger up into Micaela's cunt, and Micaela thought she was going to die. It wasn't a cock, but it was livelier, wrigglier, more skilled at stimulation. As she sucked on Patty, bringing the young girl to a flapping orgasm, Micaela felt her own cumming raging closer and closer.

Patty released her convulsive grasp on Micaela's head. Without even thinking about it, Micaela turned toward Gabby. Gabby, slender as a sprite, was nude* Gabby pulled her tongue from Micaela's asshole and twisted onto her back so Micaela was head-to-crotch with her. As Gabby's mouth nuzzled into Micaela's hairy twat, Micaela stroked her tongue into Gabby's slit. For a long time Micaela tongue-fucked Gabby, tasting the creamy waves of her juices. Then Micaela pressed her cunt down on Gabby's willing mouth, and felt Gabby's tongue wiggle deep into her vagina.

Then Micaela saw Gabby's asshole, right there, right in front of her nose. Her lust got the better of her inhibitions. She had to taste that pucker. Reaching forward, she stroked her tongue over the sphincter, felt it spasm reflexively. She wiggled the tip of her tongue at the opening. Gabby loosened the gate for her.

Her guts rolling with vile ecstasy, Micaela twisted her tongue slowly into her sister's butt, wormed and wiggled, pried the tight ring open, reaching for the dark depths.

She began to cum. She drove her tongue still farther into Gabby's rear. As Micaela ground her jaw against the hairy pussy in front of her, she felt Gabby buck against the pressure. Gabby's fingers dug into Micaela's buttocks, and Gabby's cunt fountained over Micaela's chin as Micaela reamed Gabby's bung with her tongue.

Then Patty landed on Micaela's back, and the three of them tumbled to the floor in a naked tangle.

Joan was lying on her back on the sofa, squirming languidly as Mike pumped his cock in her. It was a slow lazy fuck.

"What time should John and I show up?" she purred. She loved the feel of dick boring into her.

"Come in time for a barbecue," Mike answered. "About four in the afternoon.”

"Sounds great. Ooooh, that feels good.”

"Glad you like it. But I can't last much longer.”

"You men," Joan grunted. "No stamina. There should be three men to every woman. That's the only way we'd get enough cock.”

"Personally, I'd like three women to every man," Mike retorted, driving his cock into her again.

"Well, with three pubescent daughters, I guess you know what you're talking about. Though I'm damned if I can see how you can keep all three of them happy at once.”

"I haven't tried yet." The idea made his cum bubble eagerly.

"Ah! What did you just think about?" Joan asked.

"My three daughters.”

"I'm anxious to meet the little sluts," Joan said hotly. "I want to see why they have that effect on you.”

Mike thought of Patty and Gabby and ‘Caela, and his cumming drew closer. "Just wait 'til Saturday," he granted. "Ah, Jesus! Here it comes!”

"Yeah" Joan cheered as she felt his cock twitch and begin to pump semen into her. She clawed at his back and humped under him as her orgasm, a flaming cascade of pleasure roared over her. "Hurry, up, Saturday," she moaned.