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I had got myself a well-paid job as a consultant for a company that provided a number of adult web-sites — they had quite a few 'official' sites catering to all sorts of mostly legal content and — as I realised this day — a number of "unofficial" sites catering for — let's call them more "advanced" — tastes, including some involving fairly young people. The way my home-life had turned out, I couldn't really get too upset about it — at least as long as everyone involved were consenting.
I had had a hard day's work. The last day of the week, luckily. In fact the last day before a week-long holiday. I had looked forward to the holiday as Anastasia's colleague, June, was due for the week with her twins, William and Harry.
"Hello Sweethearts," I proclaimed as I got in the door. I was immediately attacked by my three gorgeous girls. Three gorgeous,
naked girls! And not only did they attack me, they quickly undressed me. Anastasia pulled my T-shirt off while the little girls pulled my trousers down, leaving me naked as day with a huge erection.
Business as usual.
"It's your turn to get Daddy down," India said.
Zeline nodded. "I know. And Dad looks like he needs it. Come here." She pulled me towards the bed and pushed me on my back. She straddled me and sat down, closing her legs around my erection. I don't know how, but she managed to close her legs around me and at the same time move up and down, effectively riding me without penetration. In a few minutes I could feel her tremble as she had her first orgasm, which was quickly followed by another and yet another.
"Oh Dad," she moaned. "I wish you could be inside my ginny. I can't wait to feel your big willie inside me. I can't wait for you to spray all your babyjuice in my little ginny." She sighed and moaned. "And it feels so good when your hard willie touches my little button."
She came again and this time I didn't try to hold back, I hosed her front down, trying to quench the fire in the two of us with so much sperm it made big puddles everywhere. It was literally a continuous stream of hot, white sperm that covered the whole area from her face to her ginny.
"Goodness gracious, Sweetheart," I groaned. "You'll be right fiendish when you grow old enough to take a man. You absolutely drain my sperm from me. I love you!"
She bent down and kissed me hard, making me taste my own sperm from her lips. After a minute or two of kissing, we were completely out of breath and had to get up for air.
When Zeline sat up, India came closer and inspected my dick thoroughly. "It's not completely down yet," she said matter-of-factly.
"What do you think?" I groaned. "With three beauties like you, how can it not be hard?"
"Yeah, I know," India said. "But you can't walk around and stab people's eyes out with that thing." Her little, black finger poked my dick.
"Sorry to interrupt," Anastasia said. "We've got people coming and they can be here any time." She looked hard at the mess I had left in and around the bed. "Zeline and Dad need a shower and you and I can clean up the mess, if you don't mind."
"OK, Mum," India said.
"Good idea," I smiled. "Better get ready for the invasion."
"What's an invasion?" Zeline asked.
"That is what you call it when an army from one country goes into another country without permission."
"Does that mean that June and Harry and William aren't allowed to come here?"
"No, Sweetheart, we don't mean it literally. It's just something we say because it is a lot of people who are coming. More than we have ever had at a sleepover before."
"Oh."
Zeline and I got up and I kissed Anastasia in the passing. "Thank you, Princess. I appreciate it." We went into the bathroom and despite
washing each other thoroughly, we managed to get out again in less than half an hour. Clean, dry and shining. India and Anastasia had managed to put clean sheets on and clean the floor around the bed so we were all ready for our guests and we didn't have to wait long.
I had no more than sat down with Anastasia in my lap before the doorbell rang.
"I'll open," the girls shouted simultaneously and ran towards the front door. They almost collided at the door, mock fighting to open it. Outside the door were three people: The pale-skinned redhead, June, and her ten-year-old twins, William, who was even paler than his mum, and Harry, who was a very dark-skinned boy of mixed parentage, i.e. much darker than his almost chalk-white mum.
The first time I had met June, I got the explanation for the significant, if not outright baffling, difference in the skin-colour of the twin boys: They were conceived on the same day but with two different fathers. June had had a threesome with a black and a white guy, and somehow managed to get pregnant by both on the very same night. A rare but not quite unheard of event.
"But they are not wearing any clothes," William said with a wide-eyed look of wonder before anybody had time to say anything.
"Uhu," Harry added more flatly. "They're starkers."
June shrugged. "Hi everyone, lovely to see you." She hugged the girls, Anastasia and me. Then she told the boys to do the same, adding, "Alexandre and Anastasia and India and Zeline like to go around without clothes, and I'm sure they'd like you two to do the same."
"Can we?" Harry said with a big smile, undressing immediately.
"Must we?" William said timidly. "I'm not sure I want to."
"You can," June said and stroked Harry's and William's heads lovingly. "If you want to. Nobody forces you."
"OK."
Harry had quickly shed his clothes and I admired the quite handsome little boy. He had the most amazing skin colour, like hot chocolate with a dash of milk. He was visibly darker where the sun reached him regularly, which told me that he liked to be outdoors in only a pair of skimpy shorts wearing flip-flops. His hair was really curly and he had a smiley face with cute dimples. He was fairly thin like most children his age but he had very long legs and very symmetric features. And then he had the sweetest little boner lying firmly against his tummy. It was quite funny to see how he immediately accepted our "dress code" and how he seemed to like flaunting his erection, making sure it touched each of us as he gave us a hug.
William was quite his opposite in many ways. He was slightly taller than Harry, dressed in a lose top and tight shorts — and I was almost certain I could see the outline of a small erection. He was platinum blond, with a rounder face, slightly fuller than his brother and his skin was pale, even paler than his mum's — only without her freckles. He almost looked like an albino, except for his piercing, green eyes. He gave each of us a hug with slightly more restraint than Harry's hugs.
June had undressed while the boys hugged their way around, leaving William as the only one dressed now.
"Come," India said and pulled William along. "We've got toys to play with over here."
"Yeah, come," Zeline said and dragged Harry in the direction of their bed. "We're sleeping up there and you'll be sleeping up there too when we go to sleep tonight and we've got all our toys underneath, Mr. Beans and Rice Pudding and Aliana and Zoë and Snakey and ... and ... and the kitchen is over there and Mum and Dad and your mum are sleeping over there and the toilet is out there and ... and ..."
"We've got a Wii," India said. "Do you wanna play something?"
"Have you got Thor?" Harry said.
"Or Iron Man 2?" William added.
"No, we've got Wii Sports. Do you wanna play that?"
"Oh, OK," the twins said as one.
Anastasia sat on one of my legs and June plunked herself down on the other, giving first me a kiss and then Anastasia. Their kiss lingered for a while before going red hot and suddenly the two girls in my lap were smooching seriously, getting hotter and wetter as they got into it.
After a few minutes, the girls looked at each other, their eyes telling stories of lust and cravings. "Let's get over to the bed," Anastasia suddenly said. "I'm hot!" She impatiently dragged June and me across the room to the bed.
The children had been playing tennis and seemed quite hot too, albeit in another sense of the word.
"I'm sweating," William said as he chucked his top on the floor, grabbing his Wiimote to join the game again.
"Hey," India said. "Why don't you drop the shorts too?"
William blushed. "Nah, I'd rather not."
"Why?" Zeline asked innocently. "Me and all the others haven't got anything on, so why not you?"
William pressed the heel of his hand against his crotch. "I can't, really."
"But why?" India pressed on.
"Aw." He went closer to her and continued in a stage whisper, "My willie is hard and sticking out."
"Oh," India said with a giggle. "Look at Harry, he's really hard. And look at Dad, he is also hard.
They are not covering themselves, so why should
you?"
"Oh, I don't know." William was dithering. "It's just ..." He was clearly uncomfortable.
"You don't have to, you know," Zeline said. "It's just that nobody wears clothes in here, apart from Auntie Beryl, I mean."
William didn't seem quite convinced but his hands moved slowly to the hem of his shorts. "Maybe you're right, but it's hard."
"It's OK," India said. "Come play with us again."
"Oh, OK," William said with determination in his voice as he looked around again. "Why not?" He pushed his shorts off and very self-consciously joined the other children. He had the sweetest little erection, angling up at forty-five degrees towards his tummy, only to bend slightly so the end was pointing more or less straight ahead.
Looking at Harry, his willie was no bigger than his brother's, but quite different. It was obviously much darker, bordering on dark chocolate, straight as an arrow and lay firmly against his tummy with the caramel-coloured head exposed.
Soon they were all engaged in the game again and all qualms about erections were forgotten. To my surprise, the boys did not seem to soften, and they seemed to constantly steal glances of the three of us in the bed.
I was lying on my back, my erection pointing right at the ceiling and the girls (the older ones, that is) were halfway on top of me, kissing each other with a suppressed craving I found quite sexy. I was studying them closely, taking in the beauty of their bodies. They were quite different — not only the obvious difference between their skin colour: Anastasia's black-in-black and June's freckles-in-white — Anastasia was tall and full-bodied with melon-big, gravity-defying breasts and very big nipples surrounded by large, jet-black aureoles whereas June was smaller, but substantially slimmer with pert "grapefruits" tipped with long nipples. Just studying their nipples were fascinating: Anastasia's, despite being fairly big in all ways, looked squat compared to June's half-inch-long, pencil-thin ones. That said, they both served their purpose: They had fed children when needed and now they fed our sexual fantasies quite well — at least mine.
Taking my scrutiny further south, I looked closer at their incredible pussies. June's was low-set with a fiery-red, well-trimmed bush above it. Her clitoris was just discernible and her lips mostly closed with just a hint of an inviting opening. Anastasia was quite the opposite here too: She had a hairless, high-set pussy with a long, thick, half-hooded clitoris and big, parted lips that showed the edge of her pink innards even when she was sitting down, underscoring the contrast to her black skin. Anastasia's legs were quite long and strong, making her size less pronounced when she was standing up, whereas June's legs were more proportional to her size, more "normal", so to say, but both were beauties in their own right.
I was looking at the clock and realised how late it had become so I stroked the furies' heads and said, "I need to go, it's dinner time." Nobody seemed to care as they kept kissing and caressing, totally ignoring my words, so ever so carefully, I slid myself out from under the two and went over to the kitchen with a severe case of blue balls. I had to concentrate hard on the cooking before my erection showed any signs of abating, but perseverance and a close encounter with an open freezer did the job, eventually.
Some time later when I had almost finished a ravioli pesto pasta with
prosciutti, deep fried mozzarella and a fresh salad with a balsamic/oil dressing, I shouted out, "Dinner's ready in ten minutes, everyone." The reaction was not overwhelming, I must say. Non-existent is probably more correct. The children played on — and so did June and Anastasia. I went over in front of the children and said again, "Dinner in ten minutes."
"Oh, OK," Zeline said.
"We'll finish this game and come over," India said.
She had hardly said that before she and Zeline lost the game to the twins.
As I went back to finish the cooking, I heard the girls talk to the boys.
"Hey, your willies are still hard," Zeline said.
"When dad is hard before a meal," India continued, "we try to help him out."
"Do you want us to help out?" Zeline asked and touched Harry's arm.
Harry blushed. "What do you do?"
Zeline smiled. "We lick it and suck it until he squirts out the white stuff."
"Yeah, and sometimes we have to do it two times because he stays hard," India said.
"Yes, it's because he loves us so much," Zeline said proudly.
William looked quite taken aback. "Would you put our willies in your mouths?"
"Of course, silly," India said. "How would we get it down otherwise?"
Harry looked at his brother. "Er, I don't actually know."
"Yeah," William added. "Normally we just wait until it goes down on its own."
Harry grinned. "But it's a bit difficult with you two running around naked."
"Oh, you like us?" India struck a pose extending her pelvis slightly forward, emphasizing her little slit and Zeline copied her.
The twins blushed. "I guess."
"So," Zeline said matter-of-factly. "Do you want us to help or are you going to be hard when we are eating dinner?"
"And the rest of the evening," India added.
The girls looked absolutely innocent and yet so incredibly sexy that I started to get hard. I tried to will it down, but I couldn't and before long it throbbed at full mast.
"And look at Dad," India said. "He's hard again. Let's go help him out while the boys think."
Closely followed by the twins, the girls walked over to me and looked pleading at me — the vixen had got a taste for sperm, I believe — and asked, "Would you like our help getting your willie down?"
"Yes please," I croaked, getting almost overwhelmed by the innocent beauty of the girls and their willingness to help.
The girls positioned themselves on each side of me and took turns in licking the head. The twins were quite interested and quickly came closer to watch what was going on, their erections still standing strong. When the girls had me well primed, India took over, opened her mouth wide and swiftly managed to take about half into her mouth. I had closed my eyes and groaned when I felt her soft gullet engulf my head. Hearing loud moaning from June and Anastasia made me open them again and look over at the two.
I almost had a heart attack.
Anastasia had her hand buried in June's pussy!
I had heard about fisting but this was the first time I had ever seen it. How on earth could June take a whole hand in her pussy?
Wow!
Indeed!
I looked back at the children around me and William and Harry had come even closer, taking in the whole scenery with wide eyes. To India and Zeline it was — what can I call it? — innocent fun and they enjoyed the fact they could help their "suffering" dad out. I found the whole setup so utterly sexy and soon I had to let go of my load.
"Look," Zeline said. "Dad is shooting his white stuff into India's mouth. Have you ever seen a grown up shooting?" The boys shook their heads in a wordless negative. Zeline tapped India on her shoulder. "Open your mouth and show Harry and William what it looks like when Dad shoots his stuff."
India opened her mouth and held my dick slightly out so everyone could see how I hosed her tonsils with thick, white sperm in a continuous stream. The sight was too much for the boys and they came. A big blob of clear fluid formed at the end of Harry's erection, but to my big surprise, William actually sent a proper shot of milky-white sperm onto my hand. The shot was followed by a seeping of more, thinner fluid until it stopped after a little while.
"What was that?" William asked with a moan. "I've never seen that before."
"You're becoming a big boy," I said. "That was sperm. Real sperm. The stuff that makes babies."
India swallowed the last of my sperm. "Was it, really? The same as you shoot, Dad?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, just the same."
"Oh, wow!"
My erection started to deflate but the boys were hard as ever. Those pubescent hormones!
"Oh no," Zeline said and shook her head. "You are
still hard." She sighed. "Oh well, we'll get you down." She knelt in front of Harry and closed her mouth around his chocolate erection.
India licked around her mouth to clear a few drops of my sperm and turned around to face William. "I like your willie," she said. "It looks better than Dad's." She let her tongue run along his little beauty. "And I liked the way you shot the white stiff on Dad's hand." William leaned his head back and moaned. India took it all inside her mouth and let her tongue roll around it as her cute, brown nose touched his tummy.
"Mmmmm!" William hummed as he savoured India's ministrations.
"Is this for real?" Harry asked and rolled his eyes. "That feels great."
Absentmindedly I licked Williams sweet juice from my hand and went over to the sink, unable to peel my eyes away from the triple-show in front of me. On the bed Anastasia and June were still at it, moaning in one deep orgasm after the other, all the while the girls were giving head to the boys. I groaned as I got seriously hard again. With all the other people already engaged, I had no alternative but handle it myself. I grabbed my hard-on and masturbated urgently, going for release as quickly as possible — I mean, someone had to finish that dinner, even if nobody wanted to eat ... it. The scenery was so hot I didn't have to wait long for another welcome release. With a huge groan of relief, I showered the children with more sperm than I had expected after my previous orgasms.
Seeing this white shower worked like a dream on the boys and within the second they both moaned and writhed their little bodies in orgasmic delight.
"Um," India said and smacked her lips when William had finished. "You did it again. You shot the white stuff and you taste really nice." She savoured the taste on her tongue. "Like a sweeter version of Dad's stuff."
"That was nice," Zeline said to Harry. "I like your little stiffie."
"Thank you."
"OK," I said. "You people seriously need a shower. You are all gooey and sticky."
"But that's your fault," Zeline quipped. "You got hard again and didn't wait for us to help you and grabbed it and stroked it and moaned and groaned and, and, and ..."
"Yeah," India added. "And covered us all in the white stuff."
I laughed. "You're right and my sincere apologies, but all the same: Shower for you people." I turned off the heat under the food while the children marched into the bathroom. I went over to the bed after that and kissed June's butt, which was sticking invitingly up in the air as she was eating Anastasia out with gusto. "You seriously need to stop now!" I said and dragged my tongue from her pussy to her bum.
"Not if you keep doing that," June sighed and tipped over on her side next to Anastasia. They lay next to each other, dreamingly looking the other in the eyes.
"I'm finished," Anastasia groaned. "I've climaxed continuously for so long I've lost count of time." She kissed June. "Thank you, that was great."
"Thank
you!" June said and kissed back. "I've never had a better time with anybody."
Anastasia tried to get up but was shaking all over. "God, I'm so exhausted I can't stand."
I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom where the children were messing everything up with water going in all directions. "Make room for Mum," I said and set her carefully down in the half-full bathtub. "And can you please wash her quickly as the dinner is ready."
The children didn't need that repeated, they started to wash her and the boys seemed especially keen. Harry worked hard on her breasts, which must have been very dirty as he found something to do on them all the time. William's focus was more southernly and he too did apparently not manage to quickly clean her to his standard. Luckily, the girls did the rest and soon Anastasia was squeaky clean.
When the children and Anastasia left the shower, June went in and had a quick shower. She didn't seem quite as shattered by their making out as Anastasia, but she was visibly tired all the same.
I went back into our room and set the table while the others dried themselves and put cream on.
"At last," I sighed when they all sat down around the table. Seeing all the beauty around me I felt a faint stirring, but all the action luckily helped us all to control ourselves and the dinner passed without any incidents, apart from a big burp from India.
"Sorry," she said. "It must be because I drank all Dad's white stuff."
We all laughed.
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