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 ï>¿The Swim Team by Arkfisting

   The Swim Team Ch.  01

   My daughter's swim team sleeps over.

   She bent over to counter to reach for the knob to turn off the water and
my eye couldn't help traveling the length of her back to her butt,
highlighted as it was in her bikini bottoms.  Her feet were off the floor
as she stretched to reach the faucet.  Even though my daughter's best
friend Linda just turned eighteen, she had not yet reached five-foot-tall
yet and my counters were built for my six-foot four frame, so they were a
bit high for her.  Of course, I didn't take into account my daughter's
friends when I designed the place.  I was single back then, so I built my
home to fit me.  When I married my late wife Carrie, it took her some time
to get used to the house's dimensions, but she never complained about it.
She was five-seven, so it wasn't too difficult for her to adapt.  My little
girl, however, had problems as she grew.  At one point, I built a couple of
stools for her to use until she got tall enough to no longer need them. 
Brenda, my daughter, crested five foot the year her mother passed.

   My wife Carrie was only thirty-five when she contracted a freak
bacterial infection that claimed her life in less than forty-eight hours.
To say Brenda and I were unprepared for it is an understatement.  At forty,
I was not expecting to become a single dad to a teenager who was just
entering puberty.  Of course, we mourned Carrie's passing, each in our own
way, and we were there for each other.  Brenda would nestle herself into my
shoulder, her body wracked with sobs while I shed my own tears.  Gradually,
we both moved on, never fully healing, never getting over her loss, but
knowing that life goes on.

   Brenda threw herself into her school activities, like the swim team as
well as focusing on her academics.  She was on track to get a full
scholarship when she graduated in next year.  She practiced religiously in
our pool to keep her times down and her body in top physical condition. 
Her team mates became her best friends and there was rarely a time when
there wasn't a half-naked teenager with a swimmer's body prancing around
the house.  Now as a forty-two-year-old man, I will admit it had an effect
on me.  I had gone on a handful of dates since Carrie passed, but nothing
serious became of them.  Brenda, for her part, didn't date.  She never told
me about any boys that had caught her eye and the only boys I saw her with
were her team mates, and they came around the pool only on occasion.  I
tried to broach the subject, but she always demurred and never gave me a
solid answer as to why.  Mostly she said she was more worried about getting
a scholarship than finding a boyfriend.  She was just too busy.  I let it
go.

   Besides, there was an upside to having her girlfriends around all the
time.  More than one occasion, I found my hard cock in my hand as I watched
the girls in the pool.  Not my daughter, mind you.  That thought never
entered my lust-filled mind, but Linda was another matter.  Where Brenda
had reached five-five, Linda was like four-eleven.  The word tiny doesn't
do her justice.  Petite but tone and fully mature with solid C cups on her
32-inch bust highlighted her womanly figure.  Also, while Brenda didn't
date, Linda had gone through a number of boyfriends just in the last year.
Brenda did regale me with the social exploits of her team mates, almost as
if to highlight how much more mature she was.  And Brenda was mature. 
Where her mother had healthy B-cups, Brenda took after her grandmother with
solid D's.  This presented a problem for her swimming career, as they added
a lot of drag to her stroke, but with a tight suit and some banding, she
could compensate.  It obviously worked, though on more than one occasion
she wondered aloud how much faster she would be with a smaller chest.

   While I stared, Linda finished turning off the water and hopped back
down to the floor.  I think I managed to alter my gaze back to her face
before she turned around.  If she saw me peeking, she didn't let on before
thanking me for the water and bouncing back to the pool where her five team
mates waited for her.  It seemed like the exercise portion was over and the
girls were just lounging in the pool or on the chaise.  There were two male
team mates with them, but they stayed on the water on the other side of the
pool.  They had been swimming for a couple of hours, and daylight was
already fading.  The party would have to end soon.

   Sliding the door open, all heads turned toward me.  "Brenda, don't
forget you need to get to bed early if we're going to make it to Grammaw's
house tomorrow.  Don't stay up swimming too late."

   She bounced out of the pool, water streaming off her ample bouncing
bosom as she ran up to me.  "Daddy, is it ok if the girls stay over
tonight? They can leave when we leave for Grammaw's.  Their moms already
said it was ok."

   "Since it's a weekend, I guess so," a bevy of tight-bodied teenage
girls? Would I have a problem with that?  Who would?  "But you really need
to let me know these things ahead of time, sweetheart.  Stop dropping them
on me at the last minute.

   "Yay!" She clapped her hands and jumped on me, kissing my cheek. 
"Thanks Daddy!"

   The kids continued to play in the pool while I ordered pizza and kept a
watchful eye out the kitchen window.  The boys tried to get close to the
girls, but it seemed two boys were no match for the gaggle of more mature
girls.  Eventually, the boys left out the side gate, covering their
frustrated boners with their towels as they left.

   Once the Pizza arrived, the girls all came in wearing long t-shirts over
their damp suits, making wet rings over their breasts and on their asses.
They sat on the floor around the TV while they attacked the pizzas.  Some
dancing show was on and at one point Linda boasted that she could dance
every bit as well as the girls on the show.  Bethany, a tall, thin redhead
with pendulous breasts was challenging her to prove it, while Karen, a
curvy brunette with grapefruit-sized breasts and a nice ass nodded in
agreement.  Tina, a late bloomer who looked fourteen even though she was
the same age as the rest, didn't seem interested in the discussion, but
laughed along with her friends.  With no figure to speak of, Tina probably
felt out of her league with her team mates.  From what Brenda had told me,
she was the most sheltered of the bunch, thanks to overbearing parents. 
The four girls all taunted Linda to give a demonstration of her dancing
skills.

   I was content to sit and see how it played out.  I was intrigued at the
thought of the sexy little teenager dancing in a bikini and t-shirt, but I
doubted it would be that risquÃ(C), especially in front of her friends. 
Brenda whipped out her phone and brought up a playlist that, while not to
my taste, was probably all over the teenage scene.  She streamed it through
the stereo system and Linda hopped up, her tits jiggling in their
confinement, and started to shuffle a little.

   "All right.  Look and learn bitches!  Oh!  I'm sorry, Mr.  Brandford."
She evidently forgot I was in the room.  At least she knew to use proper
language around adults, anyway.

   "No worries, Linda.  Just try to keep it clean," I said with a wink as I
imagined her using all kinds of language as I drilled her from behind.

   Her petite frame was enveloped in her oversized t-shirt, but the
stretched out neck and its threadbare condition draped over her large
bosom, left little to the imagination as her breasts swung heavily with the
beat of the music.  Her tanned and lean legs had no hint of cellulite as
the moved with her dancing.  It was not a particularly risquÃ(C) dance,
though.  Actually, it was something similar to what a lot of drill teams
might perform at half time, but that she was clad in only a string bikini
bottom and that t-shirt made it enticing.  Then the beat changed and she
started throwing her hair around in circles while in a half-crouch.  This
movement also got her breasts spinning as well, lifting the bottom of her
shirt a little on each swing and causing the hem to slide over her ass.

   Her friends all started whooping and hollering encouragement to her as
she really got into the beat.  Then, my world stopped momentarily as she
started to move her hips us and down in what pop culture calls twerking,
and I call pantomiming sex.  The crotch of her bikini crept into the crack
of her ass until there was nothing to see of it, making it look like she
was bottomless as those perfect globes of her ass slapped together
invitingly.

   Thankfully, she stopped before I had to say something about it.  I was
in a predicament as I was somewhat aroused and it wouldn't be appropriate
to stand up.  This would definitely not be a good thing to display in front
of five teenage girls.  The song ended and another one started, so Bethany
got up and gave us her show.  While not as athletic as Linda, she was more
graceful and artistic in her movements.  I could seriously see her as a
ballerina if she tried for it.  Her dance didn't have a twerk, of which I
was both relieved and disappointed, as were, apparently, her friends, who
booed her performance.

   Karen was up next, and evidently wanted to outdo Linda, because she
started moving around and grinding to the beat, doing a lot of squatting
and bouncing.  Her ample ass flexed with each step, both cheeks bare thanks
to the t-back bottom she wore and the fact that she kept pulling the hem of
her t-shirt taut at the waist.  When she was done, all the girls cheered
her.

   My Brenda got up and started her dance to another song and wasn't going
to be outdone.  I don't think I ever saw a more exciting yet innocent
dance. I couldn't help but react, even though she avoided the twerk and
grind her friends had done, because she used her hands in a very sensual
way, touching her arms, hips and thighs very provocatively without being
obscene.  It was more like an artistic interpretive dance one might see at
a recital.  I got the feeling the girls forgot I was there, particularly
Brenda as I don't think she would have done a dance like that if she
remembered I in the room.  I simply sat and watched.

   Tina's dance was just sad.  The little girl apparently had never danced
before and it showed.  I felt sympathy for her because she was obviously a
late bloomer and shy to boot.  I could tell, however, that eventually she
would definitely be a stunner.  Her friends were supportive though and did
not criticize her shortcomings while they declared Brenda's dance the
winner.  Only Bethany complained about the results, but even she knew who
won.

   After a lot of teenaged squealing, the girls settled down to watch a
movie.  They chose Magic Mike, which held no interest for me at all, so
once my erection abated, I excused myself to my room.  With five girls in
the house, we didn't have accommodations for all of them, but they didn't
seem to mind.  Linda had spent the night enough times that I knew she
shared Brenda's bed.  I figured the others would either make a pallet or
perhaps hit the couches in the living room.  I left it to them as I made my
way to my room.

   Several years ago, I had installed a security system with automations
and video monitoring.  Aside from arming and disarming, we rarely used it
and never had reason to check the feeds.  Brenda probably forgot all about
it.  This evening, however, my curiosity got the better of me and my good
sense and I pulled up the feeds.  I had four cameras, one outside
overlooking the pool, one at the front door overlooking the walk, one
inside looking at the door and one in the living room.  That one gave me a
full view of all the girls sprawled out on the floor and couch watching the
movie.

   The film held their rapt attention as they held mine.  My eyes were
drawn to Linda as she lay on her belly on the floor.  The curves of her
calves flowed into her tight thighs and curved upwards to her near perfect
ass, still barely covered by her bikini bottoms.  I let my eyes linger
there before following the slope of her back.  Her t-shirt gaped at the
sleeve showing an ample amount of her impressive side-boob as it was
squished by the large cushion she wrapped her arms around and rested her
chest upon.  I imagined running my tongue around every curve of that hard
body while my fingers played softly along her skin, inciting moans and
sighs of pleasure.

   I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I almost missed the movement in
the recliner.  It seems that after I left the room, little Tina had claimed
my chair and was making herself comfortable.  Very comfortable.  From the
angle of the camera, I could see her legs drawn up to her chest and her
shirt pulled over them.  This caused the hem to ride up a bit and gave me a
good look at her bikini covered crotch.  Her eyes never left the screen,
where Matthew McConnaughey was baring his impressing six-pack.  In fact, I
doubt an earthquake would have distracted any of the girls.  Tina, however,
was not just enthralled, she was obviously excited.  While her left arm was
wrapped around her knees, her right hand was busy between them.  I could
see the fabric covering her pussy moving rhythmically as her fingers rubbed
her pussy.

   Unfortunately, the lighting was such that I couldn't really make out any
details, but just the knowledge that a young girl was masturbating in my
recliner added some steel to my already hard cock.  I barely had enough
thought to wonder about such a young girl masturbating, I didn't start
until I was almost sixteen, but it didn't really matter.  I clicked record
on my camera to have some jack off material for later as I watched. 
Without having the definition to be sure, it looked like she might have
pulled the crotch aside to get better access.  She was chewing on the
collar of her shirt as she played and her hips were moving ever so slightly
causing the recliner to rock a little.

   On the couch, Karen and Bethany were sitting next to each other, while
Brenda was on the loveseat and Linda stayed on the floor.  Tina's eyes
began to close for extended times as the rocker moved slightly back and
forth.  After some time, she stopped all movement as her head dropped to
her knees.  Then, she stretched her legs out and took a more relaxed
posture.

   Bethany and Karen were whispering to each other, making them giggle
occasionally.  Being a dirty old man, my imagination went wild with what
they were saying, and I noticed that Linda was also squirming a bit as she
lay on the floor.  Clearly, the movie had taken them all to a level of
excitement that would be dangerous if their male team mates were still
around.  It made me wish I was still in my late teens, but then again, when
I was a teenager, I don't remember the girls looking so hot.

   Suddenly, Linda hopped up from the floor, giving me a good view of her
nipples poking through the T-shirt as her boobs jiggled.  She made her way
to the hallway, heading, I assumed, to the bathroom.  I have a
Jack-and-Jill bathroom, which gives me a separate door.  I had not closed
it the last time I used it, but it was not standing wide open either.  A
slice of light shot through the opening, and I could see her shadow moving
in the room as I heard her close the other door.  I figured she would close
my door as well, but that never happened.  I heard the seat of the toilet
slap the tank and the rustling of clothes.

   I have never been a peeping Tom.  I have never snuck a voyeuristic peek
at a woman in a changing room or bathroom.  But what with Tina's activity
and the nearly naked flesh parading around the house, my hormones got the
better of me and I rose from my desk, switched off my light and moved until
I could just see Linda sitting on the commode.  The door wasn't opened
enough to see everything, just a sliver that revealed part of her face, her
right shoulder and the right side of her body.  Her T-shirt bunched at the
top of her thigh, so there really was nothing more to see.

   Until she leaned back and spread her legs.

   I could make out her right thigh and hip as she sat and slid her but
toward the edge of the seat.  Her right hand slipped between her thighs,
just outside of my angle of vision.  I could see her wrist moving, but not
her whole hand from my position.  I cursed my luck and considered walking
closer, but thought better of it.  I was in the shadows, but if I got
closer, she might see my movements in the sliver of light spilling into my
room from the bathroom.  I tried to convince myself that I wasn't seeing
her masturbating, that she was simply adjusting her suit or something
innocuous.

   Then she moaned.

   It was so subtle I almost missed it, but a second moan and a sigh
followed and her thigh started moving as he hips began to thrust.  Just
watching her hip and thigh quickly became frustrating and I had to see
more. I crept closer to the door, careful to stay out of the light, but
still being able to keep my eye on the action inside.

   "Uhnnnnnn.  Ohhh ohhh." She groaned.  I could see her hand covering her
mound and slipping back and forth over her crotch.  I could hear the
slurping wetness of her pussy as she rubbed it, but I couldn't see any of
her vulva.  Then she jerked and stiffened her back as her hand clamped onto
her pussy, and she drew a hissing breath clearly cumming on her fingers. 
My cock throbbed in my jeans and ached for relief, but as much as I wanted
to walk in on her and offer her my cum, I fought for self-control and held
off.  A fantasy is one thing, but indecent exposure is a serious offense.

   Once her breathing returned to normal, she licked her fingers, pulled
her bikini back up, and flushed the toilet.  Once the light went out, I
heard her make her way back to the living room.  I went back to my computer
and watched as she curled up in front of the loveseat.  The movie had ended
and I saw Brenda get up to change the disk.  The light from the TV
highlighted the points of her nipples in her top, indicating the movie had
an effect on her, too.  It made me wonder if she was going to retire to her
room to relieve her tension the same way Tina and Linda had.

   Since it was getting late and we had to leave early in the morning, I
decided to break up the movie party and send the girls to bed.  I made my
way into the living room and was immediately detected the hint of five
girl's arousal.  "Alright, ladies.  Movie's over.  Brenda and I have an
early morning, so I think you all should hit the hay."

   "Awwww, please," the girls whined at me.

   Brenda, though, stood and stretched, drawing her t-shirt taught across
her chest.  "He's right.  Besides, I'm pooped anyway."

   "Where do we sleep?" Tina had never slept over before.

   "Well, I have plenty of blankets and pillows in the hall closet if you
want to all crash on cushions here, or you can crash in Brenda's room."

   "I call dibs on sharing Brenda's bed," Linda hollered.  The two often
slept in that bed together when it was just the two of them on a sleepover.

   "Can I sleep here on the couch?  Bethany looked like she wasn't used to
palleting on a floor.

   "We can both fit on the couch," Karen offered.

   "I can fit on the loveseat," Tina said.

   "All right, then.  That settles it.  I imagine there's about to be a
rush on the shower, so make it quick, girls.  I'll be in my room if you
need anything.  Do knock first, please."

   "Good night, Mr.  Brandford," came a chorus of voices.

   "G'night, Daddy," Brenda offered with a peck on my cheek.  I grabbed a
beer from the fridge to take to my room as the girls grabbed pillows and
blankets.  By the time I got to my room, someone was in the shower and had
closed the door to my room.

   Oh, well, it was too much to hope for a cheap voyeuristic thrill of
seeing girls in the shower.  I sat at my desk and opened a browser,
flipping through my favorite porn sites.  My cock had remained half-mast
since Linda's performance and I needed some relief.  I held off grabbing my
dick until the showers had stopped and the movement in the house had come
to a standstill.  Just to double check after about an hour, I hit the
camera monitor and looked in on the living room.  In the green image of the
night vision, I could see Tina on the loveseat wrapped up in a blanket and
nestled in facing the back cushions.  On the sofa, I had expected to see
Bethany and Karen with their heads at opposite ends of the couch, but
instead they were spooned and sharing a pillow.

   My imagination kicked into overdrive as I imagined wrapping my arms
around one of those hard bodies and cupping those healthy tits.  Shaking my
head, I realized I needed to relieve something else, so I headed for my
bathroom.  There was no light coming from under the door, so I figured it
was empty and opened the door.  I had figured correctly, and I stepped to
the open hallway door and I was about to close it when I heard a hushed
giggle coming from behind Brenda's door.  I figured they were being
teen-aged girls laughing at whatever girls found funny and would be asleep
soon enough.  Keeping the lights off so as to not disturb the living room,
I eased the door closed and peed in the dark before returning to my room. I
forgot to close my bathroom door again and now it stood wide open.

   I looked at the computer screen to see what was going on in the living
room and noticed that while Tina seemed to be asleep in the same position I
last observed, the two on the couch were now facing each other.  And
kissing.

   My excitement at this was tempered only slightly by my surprise at this
development.  I shucked my pants and shirt and pulled my cock out before
sitting at my desk.  The two girls on screen were kissing each other with
increasing passion and with a familiarity that said they had been down this
road before.  Karen seemed to be the aggressor as she began to roll on top
of the other girl as their kisses grew deeper and she brought her hands
into play squeezing Bethany's ample breasts through her shirt, which was
quickly discarded.

   I can only imagine the steps they were taking to avoid waking their
friend on the loveseat across the room from them.  I remember some
surreptitious make out sessions when I was younger and it was always a
challenge, but it added to the excitement.  As Karen began sucking on
Bethany's engorged nipple, she appeared to be dry humping her with her
thigh under the blanket while grinding herself on Bethany's.

   My cock was throbbing now and I had not even stroked it.  I could feel
my balls drawing up as my nut was building just from watching these two
hotties going at each other.  Karen had slipped down the couch and was
between Bethany's spread thighs, kissing the hollow space between the thigh
and the vulva.  The blanket lay in a heap on the floor as she ran her hands
up and down the other girl's muscular legs.  Bethany lifted her leg,
wrapping around her arm as Karen dove into her gaping gash, her head
bobbing up and down as she appeared to be tongue fucking the girl.  Bethany
began pulling and twisting her nipples as she rocked her head back and
forth.

   I could almost smell her pussy and hear the slurping wetness and I
wished I was in the room to experience it for real.  Bethany was rocking
her hips in time with Karen's movements as the two were in total sync when
Karen pulled her head away while she fished her fingers in Bethany's sodden
pussy.  Bethany pulled Karen up and began licking her juices off the other
girl's face.  Karen stood and removed her night shirt baring her beautiful
bosom and panties revealing her shaved crotch and kneeled over Bethany's
face.  The two girls devoured each other in a 69, plunging their fingers
into each others' cunts.  I couldn't imagine they were keeping quiet
anymore, but Tina didn't look like she had moved.

   I couldn't stop myself as I wrapped my hand around my 7 and a half
inches and began stroking it.  A large drop of precum had already dribbled
down my shaft, lubricating my grip.  My seven-inch cock was as hard as I
could remember it being and the head was swollen and purple.  I slowed my
stroke as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm tingling in my balls and I
wanted to wait until the girls finished.  I wished I could hear them, but
the camera was not equipped for sound and if I dared to walk down the
hallway, it was too dark to see anything, and seeing is better than just
hearing.

   I was so happy I opted for the high def cameras.  Even though they were
twice the cost, the image was so clear I almost felt the moisture from
their pussies as they feasted on each other.  Bethany arched her back and
lifted her head as she ground her cunt on Karen's face.  She kept her
fingers on Karen's pussy as she silently came.  Thanks to her position, I
could actually see the meaty pussy lips and large erect clit as she
strummed the other girl's pussy.  Karen had a gorgeous pussy.  I love long,
meaty lips topped with huge clits, and Karen's looked better than any pussy
I had ever laid my eyes on.  Bethany suddenly grabbed the wet lips with her
fingers and began pulling and stretching Karen's pussy as far as she could,
making look like she was masturbating a small cock.  Karen's hips lurched
of the cushion as her orgasm hit.  Bethany dived back down and began
drinking her nectar and chewing on the meaty pussy beneath her.

   My cum erupted in thick ropes from my throbbing cock as I watched the
action on my computer screen, covering my belly and hand.  Some of it
landed on the keyboard, and one splooge dripped down the screen.  I hadn't
shot that much cum in quite a while, and I felt drained.  Having five hot,
near-naked, young girls in the house all day had definitely primed my pump.

   As I was about to get up from my chair, I thought I heard a door softly
close in the hallway.  Thinking Brenda might be coming to the bathroom, I
quickly turned off my monitor, plunging my room into darkness.  I grabbed a
couple of tissues and wiped my cum from my hands and belly in the dark,
waiting for someone to enter the bathroom.  No one did.  Maybe I imaged the
sound.  Either way, after tossing the tissue, I slipped naked into bed and
fell into a sleep filled with images of hot teenage girls eating each
other's pussy.



   The Swim Team Ch.  02

   The girls have another party, dad gets worried.

   As I drove down my street, the ache in my shoulders told me that it was
Friday more than any calendar could.  I was primed for the weekend if only
to spend time relaxing in the hot tub with a beer and a game on the TV.  It
had been an arduous week, filled with meetings and reports and
presentations, but the upside was that I was about to be able to retire
early.  Thanks to some judicious planning on my part, and some luck in the
markets, I was about to be financially set for the rest of my life.  I
could step down from my position at work and spend my time making my
daughter's last year at home before college a memorable one.  Since it was
just the two of us, I wanted to make sure I could be available to support
her.  My wife, Carrie, had passed away several years ago, and I had to
raise our child alone.

   My daughter, Brenda, was entering her senior year of high school and was
active on the swim team and had spent most of the summer training with the
other members, a group of mostly hot teenage girls who spent most of their
time half-naked in my swimming pool.  Last Friday, they had a sleepover
that left me with enough jack-off material to last a while.  The girls were
already sporting rocking hard bodies, including Linda, Brenda's BFF, and
the subject of more than one of my fantasies.

   Even though I was relatively young at 44, I had not found anyone that I
wanted to share my life with, or more to the point, to try to replace
Brenda's mother.  The dates I did go on were less than meaningful.  It
seems that women my age were looking more for my paycheck than me, or they
wanted a daddy for their baby.  I wasn't looking for that, so aside from
the occasional itch-scratch, I just skipped the dating scene.  I threw
myself into my career, and building my nest egg.

   Now, I had only one week to go before I could retire.  I hadn't told
Brenda about my plans, figuring I would surprise her when she came home
from school next week and found me at home.

   I noticed the cars in front of the house as I pulled my car into the
garage.  Brenda knows I don't approve of having her friends in the house
when I am not home, so I assumed they were over for our pool.  Brenda has
never given me any reason to think she would violate the trust I have in
her, so I was confident in my belief.  I made my way through the garage
into the kitchen.  The patio doors overlooked the deck around the pool, and
there were towels scattered all over the lounges as the kids were busy
swimming.  I walked to the doors and watched as the girls were actually
training, rather than playing.  Brenda's best friend Linda was on a
platform and waiting to dive in for her part of a relay.  Her thighs were
flexed in preparation for her turn, highlighting the shape of her gorgeous
legs and tantalizing tan.  I couldn't help my eyes following the curve of
her hamstrings into her tight ass, encased as it was in the spandex.  The
fabric dipped between her cheeks as it disappeared between her thighs.  I
so wanted to run my tongue along that line between her thigh and her cheek.
I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts.  I knew it was wrong to be so
attracted to a girl so young, but I couldn't help myself.  Linda was able
to push all my buttons without even trying.  If she were closer to my age,
I know I would be all over her.

   Brenda stood on the platform for the lane next to Linda waiting to be
tagged in to the relay race.  Bethany tagged in Linda several seconds
before Brenda, and she powered through her freestyle stroke as Brenda
waited anxiously for her turn.  When Tina tagged her in, Brenda jumped in
with her full height advantage and surged down the lane, quickly closing
the gap with Linda.  I saw the smaller girl do a perfect flip and push,
emerging several feet down the lane heading back.  Unfortunately for Linda,
Brenda was a very strong swimmer and had a longer stroke and was able to
not only pull even with Linda but pass her to touch the wall a full two
seconds before her.

   They both climbed out of the pool, and I was again glad I sprung to have
an Olympic pool installed rather than a recreational pool.  Brenda was
clearly benefiting from my investment.  She and her teammates were wearing
their competitive team Speedos instead of the bikinis they had worn last
weekend.  I was only mildly disappointed.  While the Speedos did fully
cover and squash their bosoms a bit, the girls were still quite alluring.

   When I saw the other two teammates, Karen and Bethany, climb out of the
pool with their Speedos plastered to their tight bodies and tucked into
their crotch forming a nice camel toe, last weekend's activities surged to
mind.  The two hotties had fallen asleep on my couch during last weekend's
sleepover after they had feasted on each other's pussies.  I still have the
security footage I captured on my computer.  Given that, plus Linda's
masturbating in my bathroom and little Tina pleasuring herself on my
recliner, it did make me wonder if I should have a discussion with my
daughter Brenda.  We had already had the birds and bees talk several years
ago, and we'd talked about dating, and boys, and urges, but I didn't think
to talk about other girl's and urges.  Of course, I already knew Brenda was
very mature and responsible for her age.  I also knew I needed to trust
her. But maybe a little talk later tonight wouldn't be out of order.

   "...I almost had you Brenda, and you know it." Linda peeled her swimming
cap off letting her strawberry blond hair fall around her shoulders as the
girls opened the door to the living room.  They hadn't yet noticed me.

   "Almost doesn't count, Linda," Brenda said.  "But you did make a good
showing.  I think you've gotten a good full second faster." She turned to
come into the kitchen.  "Daddy!  Hey!" She ran up and squashed her wet body
against me in a hug.

   "Hey, Sweetie." I kissed her forehead.  "Don't forget to gather the
towels from the lounges.  And dry off, ok?" I smiled as I showed my now wet
shirt clinging to my chest.

   "Oops." She smiled.  "Sorry."

   The girls all retreated back outside and cleaned up the pool area before
heading to the showers in the pool house while I retreated to my room to
get out of my suit.  As I took my shirt off, I looked out the window of my
bedroom I saw the girls rinsing the chlorinated water from their suits and
bodies.  I had two shower heads at the pool house, and Bethany and Tina
were using them.  I looked for the other girls and noticed Brenda and Karen
waiting for their turn.  I couldn't see Linda out there.

   "Hey, Mr.  B," Linda's voice drifted down the hallway.  "Is it okay if I
use the shower in here?" I turned as she appeared in my doorway, her blond
hair spilling over her toned and tan shoulder and covering the swell of her
spandex-covered left breast.  She gave me an appraising look, casting her
eyes up and down my body, and I became acutely aware of my state of
undress. "I kinda need to use the bathroom, too."

   "Feel free, Linda.  You know you're free to do anything you want." I
felt slightly uncomfortable standing in front of her bare-chested.  Not
that she hadn't seen me like that before; I had spent many a day splashing
around in the pool with her and Brenda over the years.  But something about
the way she looked at me made me feel self-conscious.

   "Thanks, Mr.  B." She tilted her head, cocked one eyebrow, and gave me a
sly grin before she turned and entered the bathroom from the hallway.  I
have a jack and Jill bathroom that has a door from the hallway and another
one from my room.  My door was still partially open, so I figured she would
close it before using the bathroom.  I saw her shadow on the wall, and the
door did swing closed, but it did not catch, instead it swung back open a
little.

   It took every ounce of resolve I had to not move to the door as I heard
her peeing.  I shook my head and decided to finish changing into my shorts
and t-shirt.  I placed my slacks over the dresser and pulled on my Army PT
shorts as I heard the toilet flush, followed by the shower curtain rattling
on the rod as she got into the shower.  My shorts were grey, baggy and
loose, but the most comfortable things I have to wear -"especially in the
late summer.  As the water started, my mind couldn't help flash images of
Linda's tanned, tight, athletic body under the cascading water running in
rivulets over her swollen breasts and down her taut tummy.  I could only
imagine that she shaved her pubes since most swimmers shaved every hair
from their body for a competitive edge.  I also wondered if her hips
sported tan lines from her bikini, or -"and I couldn't help hoping -"if she
tanned nude somewhere and had an all-over tan.

   I glanced out the window again as Brenda and Karen were under the
showers at the pool house.  Karen was pushing the water over her breasts,
rinsing the chlorine out of her suit.  She did have a hell of a body.  She
was no Linda, but I could definitely motorboat those breasts for an hour or
two.  Bethany and Tina were briskly toweling themselves before coming back
into the house.  I quickly turned away as I felt the blood leaving my body
and filling my cock.  I definitely didn't need to walk around teenage girls
sporting wood.

   Before I could even begin to will my half hard-on away, my ears heard a
sound that made it fill even faster.  At first, I wasn't sure I heard it.
It was like a gasp, like someone was startled, but then I heard more.  The
sound of the water from the shower had a rhythmic splashing to it, not the
sound of someone washing with a washcloth or loofah, but more like someone
quickly rubbing something under the spray of the showerhead.  I detected a
groan.

   I stepped closer to the door, and I could hear Linda in the shower,
almost panting along with the occasional moan.  I leaned in, my head almost
fully in the doorway, but out of sight of the shower.

   She gasped and panted as the water splashed.  I thought I might have
heard a hiss of satisfaction, followed by a groan.

   Suddenly, I heard the shower curtain rings snap and a banging sound
along with a loud thud.  "Ow!"

   I burst into the bathroom to see the curtain rod had been pulled off the
wall and Linda was laying half in and half out of the tub.  The shower
curtain was lying over her breasts, but her left leg was over the edge of
the tub, and the right leg was folded under her in the tub and the curtain
was tucked between her legs, covering her from my eyes.

   Evidently, she pulled on the shower curtain too hard, and pulled it off
the wall, making her fall in the shower.  She appeared dazed.  I did notice
she did have tan lines.

   "Linda!  Are you okay?" The shower curtain was draped over her body,
hiding her nakedness.  "Linda?"

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  B.  I, uh, I tripped getting out of the shower." She
tried to stand up.  The water was still running, and I smiled at her
prevarication.

   "Here, let me help you," I said as I bent down and scooped her tiny body
up, the shower curtain trailing and dripping water as I carried her to the
living room and laid her on the couch.  My chest was wet where she clung to
me, her hand lingering around my neck.  I tried to disentangle myself from
her, but her skin was so soft my hands didn't want to let go.  "Are you in
pain?  Where does it hurt?"

   "Linda!" Brenda came running in from the pool.  "What happened?" She
knelt down next to her friend.

   "I slipped in the shower.  I'm okay.  Your dad carried me in here.  He's
my savior!" She looked at me with a smile, but also with something more in
her eyes.

   "Well, I wouldn't go that far.  Sweetie, her clothes are still in the
bathroom.  Why don't you help her get dressed?  If you see any bad bruises,
I can take her to the urgent care.  We may need to call her mom."

   I ran back to my room and donned an old Def Leppard concert shirt. 
Being bare-chested around teenagers would definitely send a bad message. 
When I returned to the living room, Brenda told me that Linda had no
obvious injury and didn't want to make a fuss, so I let the matter drop.

   Later, after Tina, Bethany, and Karen had gone home, Brenda and Linda
were still chattering away in Brenda's room about things young girls talk
about.  I cooked a quick meal of cheeseburger macaroni and some veggies
since I didn't feel like making anything complicated on a Friday night. 
That, and the fact that Brenda could live on mac and cheese.  When I called
them to the table, I noticed two things: one, they were both wearing jeans
and, two, Linda was limping slightly.

   "Linda?  Do you need anything?  Should I call your mom?"

   "No, Mr.  B.  I already did.  But like I told her, I'm fine.  My butt
hurts is all."

   "You'd think with all that padding, you wouldn't have hurt yourself,"
Brenda joked.  I laughed as the same thought had crossed my mind.

   "Well," Linda slapped her right cheek, "no one has ever complained about
my butt before.  So I must be blessed and lucky."

   I had to silently agree.  It took every bit of strength to keep my eyes
from lingering.

   "So, Daddy..." Brenda began.  Uh oh.  She wants something.  "Linda's
eighteenth birthday was last Tuesday."

   "Yeah, I remember.  So it was."

   "So we were wondering if maybe we could go to the beach for the weekend.
You know, to celebrate it properly."

   "Alone?"

   "Uh...yeah."

   "Just the two of you?"

   She nodded her head, her face still hopeful.

   "The whole weekend?"

   "Well..." She looked at her friend for support, but Linda just looked at
me.

   "Brenda," I began.  I knew what they wanted, and part of me fully
understood it.  Hell, I would have loved to have spent the last weekend of
summer partying at the beach.  But I also knew my parents would never have
allowed it.  "While I understand that Linda is a legal adult, you are still
seventeen."

   "My birthday is only in a month," she interjected.

   "That's beside the point.  The point is that neither of you is old
enough to drink, yet.  Don't..." I raised my hand as she opened her mouth
to counter my argument.  "I know what you're about to say, but I was your
age once, and I know what happens when teenagers get together with no adult
supervision."

   "You don't trust me?" She looked honestly wounded.

   "Oh, sweetheart, it's not you.  It's every other person you might meet
that I don't trust." I smiled as I tried to inject humor into the
discussion.  "Besides, hotels are not cheap."

   "But Linda's parents have a timeshare..."

   "Brenda, how many times have I told you 'no' to something you wanted?"

   She sat back and dropped her shoulders.  "Not many," she said quietly.

   "So, when I do, you know I have a good reason."

   I could tell from her expression that she wanted to plead her case
again, but she knew I didn't take kindly to repeating myself.  For her
part, Linda knew well enough to keep her mouth shut during the discussion.
To a point.

   "It's okay, BB." Linda had been calling Brenda BB -"short for Brenda
Brandford -"for almost as long as they'd been friends.  "We can still have
fun here or at my house.  Maybe another slumber party?"

   "A slumber/pool party?" Brenda perked up.  If it had to do with water,
Brenda was up for it.  Linda's parents didn't have a pool, which is part of
the reason Linda always spent time here.  "So we can do an overnight pool
party?" Brenda was suddenly excited.

   Gee.  Several teenage girls running around the house again?  Who would
turn that down?  "Now, that I can get behind." I cringed at my double
entendre, especially when I glanced at Linda's ass in those tight jeans. 
"I mean, we can do that."

   The girls just looked at each other and, after a moment, broke out
laughing.

   The last week of summer just happened to coincide with my last week at
the office.  Brenda spent her last week of freedom finishing her summer
reading list and training in the pool.  Her downtime was spent with her
friends, as it had been all summer.  When I got home, we ate and watched TV
until bedtime.  Brenda kept the house clean, made the grocery list, did the
laundry and essentially ran the house.  I had gotten used to that, and I
knew that, after this year, things would change when she went to college.
She already had her application essays prepared and her top three colleges
identified.

   I would never have to worry about how well my daughter was going to
perform when she struck out on her own.  She was going to take the world by
storm.  I was more worried about those who got in her way.  I couldn't be
more proud of my little girl.

   It helped that she was older than most high school seniors.  When she
was little, her mother and I decided to put her in a private charter
school. We heard from many of our friends that the public schools just
weren't preparing kids for the real world or college, and many of their
kids were graduating with no direction and no idea for their future.  The
school we found actually starts kids a year later after starting them in a
post kindergarten-pre elementary year to help them learn how to learn. 
This was why most of her class was already 18 going into twelfth grade. 
The results spoke for the success of the program.  Almost every kid from
her school goes on to college and most graduates get into prestigious
schools.

   Friday came, and I cleaned out my office and bid farewell to my
coworkers.  The boss threw a going away party and even sprung for a cake
and enough pizza for the entire staff.  Figures that they finally spend
money when I leave.  I got home early, but Brenda was out, and she didn't
come home until after dinner with an armload of bags for the party.  Karen
and Bethany, Brenda's 18-year-old teammates, followed her in with more
supplies.

   "Hi, Daddy!  Sorry I'm late, but it took longer than I thought to get
everything for tomorrow."

   Bethany bent over to drop her load, and her mammoth jugs swung wildly in
her halter top.  She opted to forgo a bra, so her chunky nips were poking
through the fabric.  Karen's healthy chest was not as evident, but her ass
looked tight in her shorts.  My mind immediately went back in time two
weeks to the last slumber party.

   Last night I had again watched the video of the two beautiful girls
pleasuring each other on my couch.  The image of Bethany's awesome breasts
with their huge nipples standing out as Karen ate her pussy was burned into
my memory, but not as much as Karen's meaty pussy and huge clit, which was
easily visible even on my security system video.  That reminded me that I
still had not had that talk with Brenda that I planned.  Unfortunately,
they both stayed to help Brenda with the party set up.  By the time they
left, I had forgotten about the talk again.

   Saturday morning Brenda was up and working on the house before I even
got up to get my coffee.  She was a whirlwind of cleaning and decorating.
She even started cooking snacks and food for the party.  As I watched her,
I couldn't help but see her mother in her.  She was meticulous.  She was
focused.  She was beautiful.  I could see in her everything that made me
fall in love with her mother.  "Good morning, Sweetie."

   "Oh, hey, Daddy." She beamed her smile at me as she paused in dusting
the credenza.  "Do you want me to make you breakfast?"

   "No.  I can manage, thank you." I considered cooking but opted for a
bowl of cereal and coffee from my Keurig.  "When do the festivities begin?"

   "Linda is coming over at three, so Karen, Bethany, and Tina are coming
over at one.  The rest will be here sometime in between."

   I glanced at my watch.  It was only 8:45, so I couldn't see why she was
in such a hurry, but I had long ago quit trying to figure out the feminine
mind.  "How many are we thinking are coming?"

   "I'm not sure.  At least the five of us for sure, but probably fifteen
or so.  We asked the whole team as well as some of Linda's friends from her
classes, but I doubt they'll all show up.  But only the five of us will be
spending the night.  We'll wrap up at midnight."

   "Uhm..." I cocked my head.

   "Eleven?"

   "Eleven sounds better," I said nodding.

   Once the kids started showing up, I made sure they knew I was around,
but then confined myself to my room to let them have their fun.  I planned
to watch a couple of movies on Netflix, or maybe read a book.  I did make
sure to welcome Linda when she arrived.  She was wearing a long shirt-dress
that was closed with a belt.  It was quite sheer, especially if the light
was behind her, but she had on a colorful bikini underneath.  Her
strawberry blond hair flowed loosely over her shoulders.  I couldn't think
of any woman that looked more alluring.

   "Hey, Mr.  B." She opened her arms as she approached me.

   "Happy birthday again, Linda." I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed
the hug probably more than I should have.  I had to tell myself twice to
let go.  As I loosened my grip, however, she tightened hers and sighed.  We
probably made quite a sight.  My 6'4" clutching her 4'11".

   "Thanks," she said as she pulled back.  I couldn't help notice her
nipples popping through the fabric of her bikini top and the cover-up.  Her
friends swarmed her and carried her away into the house, and I retreated
back to my room.

   In short order, I heard splashing in the pool and a lot of giggling and
laughter.  Music filled the house from my stereo system, and unfortunately,
it wasn't my music.  I did stick my head out occasionally just to make sure
things were going along appropriately.

   The party went on.  I peered out of my window at the activities in the
yard and in the pool.  There were about 20 kids in the house, yard or pool.
Mostly girls, but there were a couple of the boys' swim team as well.  They
were all athletic young men, and they all wore trunks except one.  I hadn't
seen him before, but he was evidently a popular fellow as several girls
were clustering around him.  He was strutting around like a bull in a cow
pasture, sporting an impressive bulge in his team Speedo.  He was looking
around like he was searching for someone or something.  It was clear to me
that he was on the prowl.

   Speedo-boy strolled into the group and focused on Brenda.  I couldn't
help but bristle as this kid hit on my little girl.  She smiled at him,
looked at Linda and then back at Speedo-boy.  By the way she tilted her
head and her body language, I figured she knew how to handle this guy on
her own.  I was certain if something happened, she would let me know.

   As the sun set, several kids still splashed around in the water, but
most of them were lounging around the deck, or in the house listening to
music.  I emerged from my cave to grab a bite to eat and say hi to the
kids. I was surprised by how well behaved they were all being.  If I had to
be honest, the parties I attended in my youth would have already devolved
into a drunken free-for-all by now.  Of course, Brenda knows how I feel
about alcohol and drugs.  She really was a mature young woman.

   When the clock struck 10, a lot of the kids had chosen to go home. 
Evidently, they had curfews a little tighter than Brenda's.  When I looked
out my window at the pool area, I noticed a couple of the boys had paired
off with a couple of girls and were trying to find secluded spots.  I
noticed Bethany had a young man up against the pool house shower and
appeared to be trying to see how far she could get her tongue down his
throat.  He had a double handful of her tight ass through her bikini
bottoms.  I guess she wasn't particular about the anatomy of those to whom
she was attracted.

   Brenda was moving around like a good hostess, refilling the cooler and
offering snacks.  I was trying to find Linda when I heard a commotion from
the living room.

   "I said no!" It was Linda yelling followed by a slap so loud it echoed
down the hallway.

   I bolted from my room.  There, at the end of the hallway, Linda was
against the wall, and Speedo boy had a grip on her shoulder.  She was
wearing only her bikini, and he was still only wearing his Speedo.

   "Let go of me," she said.  "I don't want to go with you."

   "That's not what you said outside."

   "I didn't say anything to you outside.  Let me go." She tried to jerk
her arm free, but he wouldn't release her.

   "You heard her.  Let her go." I stepped up and fixed as hard a gaze on
him as I could muster.  He was a strapping lad and close to if not six
foot, and probably a little more muscular than I.  I don't know how he
would fare in a fight, but I did have experience and reach on him.  I just
hoped he still possessed some good sense.

   His head whipped around to see me, and he immediately dropped his hand.
He turned to face me, and I could tell he was considering doing something
stupid.  Thankfully, he glanced back at Linda before muttering to himself.
"Ah, this ain't worth it." He turned and walked away.

   After he turned the corner, I allowed myself to relax.  "Are you okay,
Linda?"

   "Oh, Mr.  B!  Thank you!" She wrapped her arms around me, burying her
face in my shirt.  "He wouldn't take no for an answer." She looked up at my
face.  "You're my hero again!"

   "Who is that prick?"

   "That's Mark Landry.  He's a transfer student and new to the swim team.
He's a real good swimmer, but he's an arrogant douche.  He tried hitting on
Brenda first, but she shut him down.  Then he tried Karen before he hit on
me."

   "He didn't pick you first?  Clearly, he has no appreciation for true
beauty."

   "Mr.  B!" Linda blushed.  I haven't made a girl blush in years.  The
smile she gave me lit a fire that warmed my whole body.  "Not everyone has
your excellent taste."

   "Well, no one can.  I'm one of a kind."

   Just then, Brenda ran in.  "What happened?"

   "Your teammate Mark got a bit pushy with Linda.  I ran him off.  Here,"
I slipped out of Linda's arms, "you take care of Linda.  I'm going to make
sure Speedo-Boy really left.  I don't want him on the property."

   "Okay, Daddy." Brenda and Linda huddled off into the living room while I
walked out the front door.

   There were still several cars parked on the street, but they were all
empty, and no one was milling about.  I felt better about that.  I walked
up the driveway to make sure he hadn't tried to get back in the pool area.
It was still a target rich environment for a horn-dog on the prowl.  Girls
were still in clusters and, while some had put on covers, a lot were still
in their swimwear even in the dark.  I saw Karen sitting very closely with
another girl, and they seemed to be more than just talking.  Karen had her
hand on the other girl's thigh, idly running her fingertips in small
circles.  The other girl's expression was a bit wanton.  I doubted they
would do anything given how they were still in full view of everyone.

   I walked around the pool to the pool house.  I had locked the door to
the house before the party, and the lock was still secure, so no one was
inside.  I was just about to walk back to the house when I heard the sound.

   It was coming from behind the pool house, opposite the side with the
showers.  Rather than walk in from the house side, I walked around the pool
house and came from the fence side, leaving me in the dark.  Bethany was
leaning up against the house with her head thrown back and she was panting.
There was a head at her chest, and her hands were holding it there, running
her fingers through the hair.  In the dim light from the house, I saw that
it was the young man I saw her making out with earlier.  He had a mouthful
of her right breast as his right hand was milking her left nipple.  Her
bikini top was bunched up on the top of her ample chest.

   The young man was thoroughly enjoying himself, not just with Bethany's
H-cups, but also from Tina's ministrations as she knelt at his waist,
actively slurping on the head of his cock.  Tina had one hand jacking his
six-inches while her other hand was knuckle-deep in Bethany's pussy, having
shoved the gusset of her bikini bottoms aside.  Evidently, I needed to
rethink her level of experience.

   Once my brain processed what I was seeing, the logical part of my mind
told me to walk away and let them have their fun, but the part of me that
hadn't had sex in months wouldn't let me move.  I felt the swelling of my
cock in my shorts as I watched the boy move from one of Bethany's huge tits
to the other.

   Tina stood up and pushed the boy down.  "Okay, Tommy, it's show time,"
the little girl said as she pulled her bikini bottoms off.  Her breasts
were slightly more than bee stings, but other than that, she she looked
like she was on fire.  She stepped over Tommy's chest, turned around, and
squatted over his face.  "Oh, yes!" She moaned as he began licking her. 
"Just like that.  Damn!  You weren't kidding.  You do know how to eat
pussy."

   Bethany pulled her bottoms off as well and straddled Tommy's hips,
squatted down and grabbed his cock.  She dragged the head through her pussy
lips once or twice before sinking down fully on it, drawing it deep into
her pussy.  "Ahhhh," she groaned as she began rocking back and forth on his
hard-on.  Her breasts swung in rhythm to her motion, moving in circles on
her chest.  Her nipples stuck out about a half-inch from large,
silver-dollar-sized dark pink areola.

   Tina leaned down and began licking Bethany's nipples as she ground her
pussy on Tommy's face.  "God, Bethany, these are the sexiest tits I've ever
seen."

   "Thanks.  I get the feeling you're going to fit in on this team quite
well, Tina," Bethany said as she fucked the boy beneath her.

   "Mmmmm," Tina said, "I like a challenge.  Oh, shit!  What was that,
Tommy?  God!  That's amazing!"

   I couldn't see what he was doing, but his hand was between her butt
cheeks, and evidently, he was doing something to her anus.

   "Oh, my God!  I'm going to cum already!  Ahhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhh.  Shit!  Huh
huh huh." Tina wailed as she fell forward onto Bethany's chest, gasping for
breath.

   "Damn, girl," Bethany said as she stroked the smaller girl's hair, "he
really got to you."

   "You have to try this.  He's amazing.  Besides, I want some hard cock in
me right now."

   The girls got up and swapped positions, Tina settling down on Tommy's
cock while Bethany positioned her pussy on Tommy's extended tongue.

   "Wow," Tina said, "He may not be the biggest, but it's curved just
right." She bounced happily on his pelvis, driving her cunt wetly over his
cock.  Wet smacking sounds filled the air.

   "I know.  Right?" Bethany rocked on Tommy's face and began squeezing her
mammoth tits.  "Damn, you do know how to use that tongue, don't you?" She
sucked in her breath and hissed as he worked her over.

   Tommy grunted as his hands began kneading Bethany's ass.  He helped her
slide her hips over his mouth, dragging his tongue over her taint to her
anus and back to her clit.

   I watched until I felt my nuts draw up.  I didn't want to soil my
shorts, and I didn't feel comfortable whacking off watching these kids, so
I backed away, but not before I heard Bethany.

   "Aaaaaahhhhh!  Shiiiit!  Oh, shit!  No one's ever done that to me
before."

   "Unh!" Tommy grunted.  "I'm gonna cum!"

   I walked back around the pool to the strains of their sex still audible.
The others in the pool area seemed to ignore it, though no one looked in my
direction as I walked into the house.  I remember thinking that sex has
changed since I was a teenager.  I never had a session like that as a kid.
Hell, I can't remember ever having sex like that.  I definitely needed to
have that talk with Brenda.  But first, I needed some relief.  Fortunately,
the party was ending as it was almost eleven and kids were filtering out.

   "Thanks for coming!" Brenda waved at the last kids leaving the house
before closing the door.  Brenda, Bethany, Karen, Tina, and Linda
immediately changed into nightshirts in Brenda's room before parading into
the living room.

   "Okay, girls," I said, "I'm tuckered out, so I'm heading to bed.  You
guys can stay up and watch movies or whatever, but keep it down to a dull
roar for me, please.  And don't stay up too late."

   "We won't, Daddy," Brenda hugged me.  "Thanks for letting us have the
party.  Everyone had a great time."

   Some greater than others I thought as I glanced over at Bethany and
Tina.

   "Yeah, Mr.  B," Linda hopped up and gave me a hug too.  Like earlier,
she held me tight and didn't seem to want to let me go.  What with having
seen Bethany's and Tina's party earlier, Linda's proximity affected me.  I
couldn't have stopped the hard-on with ice water.  I had to pull my hips
away from her as I tried to slide her arms from around me.  It didn't work.
She just stepped into me and hugged me tighter.  With our height
difference, she barely came to above my waist.  "And I have to thank you
for more than the party," she sighed into my abdomen as I swear she ground
her hips on my thigh and her chest on my bulge.  "You saved me from that
jerk.  You're my hero."

   "Ah..." I tried to sidestep.  "You are very welcome, Linda." When she
didn't let go, I looked at Brenda, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

   "Well, come on.  We have to pick out a movie," she said trying to save
me.

   The other girls all took position around the living room with Karen,
Bethany, and Tina plopping down on the couch.  They all folded their legs
under them, flashing loads of firm thigh.  I think I even caught more than
one glimpse of panty.  They all were clustered together, even though there
was plenty of room.  I shook my head as Linda and Brenda took the loveseat,
leaving my recliner open.

   "Are you sure you don't want to stay up with us a little while, Mr.  B?"
Linda asked.

   "Yeah," Bethany added.  "We won't bite.  At least not too hard." That
drew a round of laughter from all of the girls.

   "As tempting as that is, I really do need to retire.  Good night,
ladies."

   I escaped to my room, my hard-on still at half-mast.

   I wasn't in the room two minutes before I heard the TV fire up.  I
didn't wait to see what movie they ordered, and I really didn't care.  I
knew what movies Brenda liked, and she has always shown good judgment. 
After I shucked my shorts and t-shirt, I debated crawling into bed, but I
needed to get some relief.  I fired up my computer, intending on visiting
my favorite porn sites, but as soon as the system loaded, several
notifications alerted me to my inbox.  Even though I had left the company,
it seems many of my projects that had been handed off to other managers
were at risk and my former boss wanted to know if I could come in on Monday
just to make the transition easier.  I laughed my derision at the screen
but resisted the temptation to send the email equivalent of a "fuck off." I
really had no rancor to my former employer, and for some reason, I couldn't
allow my clients to suffer.

   Ever the professional, I diligently read through the list of emails to
see what problems I could handle to make it easier.  Before I knew it, the
hard-on I had from the party had flagged and I felt myself growing tired.
My eyes were beginning to burn from fatigue.  How late was it?  I checked
the clock and was mildly surprised that it had been more than an hour since
I booted the computer.  I decided I could work later and get back to why I
booted the computer in the first place.

   When the browser opened, I clicked on the favorites and noticed the
security camera link.  My mind wandered back two weeks, and my pecker
surged.  I clicked on it, not expected to see anything that I hadn't seen
just an hour or so ago.  The room was lit, so I didn't have to watch in
night vision mode.  That was great because the detail was so much better
with the lights on.  The girls were all still sitting in the same places,
but the three on the couch were reclining on each other like fallen
dominoes.  Tina was in front, leaning back on Bethany's chest while Bethany
leaned back against Karen.  Their hands were slowly caressing whatever
flesh they happened to light upon.  Since they were sitting between each
other's legs, their shirts were pushed up to their waists, revealing long,
muscular legs and enticing hips, except Tina.  Since she was so short, the
shirt she wore came to her knees.  Her arms were resting on Bethany's
thighs and hips.

   I've always found the space right below the hip bone to be my favorite
spot on a woman, and there were Bethany's hips framing Tina's tiny body. 
It didn't look like she was even wearing panties.  In my mind, she wasn't.
In my mind, her pussy was leaking all over Tina and my couch.  My cock
called for attention.

   I pushed my boxers down, and my seven and a half inches slapped my
belly. I touched it and began a light rub along the main vein as I stared
at my monitor.  I watched as Karen slid her hand into Bethany's shirt
sleeve and cupped her friend's large breast, idly squeezing and rubbing.

   Bethany then ran her hand down Tina's shirt and followed suit.  The
three were winding themselves up for a hot time, and I didn't want to miss
it.  I clicked the record button so I could add it to the other one and
then went back to pulling my own hard cock.

   Movement from the love seat caught my eye, and I noticed Linda leaning
in and whispering something to Brenda.  The two smiled at each other and
stood up and walked out of the room.  I imagine Linda wanted to give the
other girls their privacy.  Linda left first and it looked like Brenda gave
the girls a wink before she turned to follow her.  Tina said something to
Brenda which caused her to turn back and they talked for a few more
moments. I wondered what they were talking about, and, for a moment, felt a
little guilty for spying.  Tina rolled to her side and slid her hand up
Bethany's stomach while talking to Brenda, but then my daughter shook her
head and left the room.  A few seconds later, I heard Brenda's door close.

   Once they left, the other three dropped any pretense of restraint.  Tina
flipped over and plastered her mouth on Bethany's lips while pushing her
shirt up her body, baring those magnificent breasts.  She broke the kiss to
pull the shirt off entirely and then rocked back on her knees to remove her
own shirt.  I was right about Bethany not wearing any panties, and her bald
pussy glistened with her arousal.  Karen was busy rubbing Bethany's body
wherever she could reach as she kissed her neck.

   When Tina bent down and began eating Bethany with an almost vicious
enthusiasm, I lost it.  My hips started rocking, fucking my hand on their
own.  Tina attacked that pussy, chewing on the plump lips, pulling her head
back as she held the labia in her teeth, shaking her head back and forth.
Bethany seemed to love it as she lifted her hips and held Tina's head tight
to her crotch.  Her mouth was open in what looked like a scream, though
there was no audio on the camera, but I think I did hear her from down the
hallway.  I was so engrossed in the action, a bomb could have gone off, and
I would have missed it.

   When she came, so did I.  Ropes of cum launched from the head of my cock
as my balls surged so hard it almost hurt.  I couldn't help grunting and
groaning as three, then four long streams of gooey white shot over my
chest, the first one having shot clear over my head.  As I came, I thought
I heard a gasp, but I figured it was just my own labored breathing.  Having
been watching all those hard bodies all day had primed my pump more than it
had been in a long time and what was going on now was just too much for me.
I can't remember ever cumming so hard or so much.  At least not since my
wife died.  It felt like a pint of cum was pooling on my body.

   After my orgasm dwindled to a dribble, I relaxed back into my chair,
feeling my balls twitching from their efforts.  Small tremors racked my
body as I came down.  Suddenly I was exhausted.  I'm not usually a
one-and-done guy but it was well after midnight, and it had been a long
day. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up before reaching up to shut off
the computer, but on the monitor, the action in the living room showed no
sign of slowing down.

   Now they were pulling a daisy chain on the floor.  Tina was pulling on
her nipples face-down in Karen's gash while Karen's tongue was dancing on
Bethany's pussy.  Bethany had two fingers deep inside Tina's cunt as she
sucked the tiny girl's clit.  Damn.  I felt my cock twitch and threaten to
fill, but I also felt the heaviness behind my eyes.  I decided to leave the
camera recording throughout the night, figuring I would watch it later.

   As I rose from my chair, curiosity got the better of me and I ventured
to my bathroom -"I didn't want to risk making a sound when opening my door
-"and then stuck my head out into the hallway.  Brenda's bedroom door was
just across the hall, and the living room was just a few feet down to my
left.  I could hear slurping, sighing, groaning, and the occasional gasp.

   I shook my head as I visualized what was happening.

   Things certainly have changed since I was a teen.  I really needed to
have that talk with Brenda.  I cast my eyes to her door for a moment before
turning toward my room.  Carved into the doorframe were the marks where I
measured her height as she grew, and the image of the little girl who ran
around in pig tails was a stark contrast to the activity her friends were
engaging in not ten feet from me.  Something in my gut tugged at me, but I
was tired...no, exhausted, and I needed sleep.  I would think about it
tomorrow.  I turned to go back to my room.  Then I heard something that
made me stop.

   "I said no!" It was Linda's voice and she sounded angry.  I tried and
failed to remember a time when Linda and Brenda had fought.  It was not
like either of them to yell, at least not at each other.  Brenda's reply
was too quiet for me to make out, but clearly, she was upset as well.  I
may not be the brightest bulb, but I knew better than to intercede between
besties when they're fighting.  I had to trust that they would eventually
figure it out on their own.  If Brenda needed my advice, I was pretty sure
she'd ask for it.

   I returned to my room, casting a glance at the sapphic orgy on my
screen. Tina was astride Bethany's face, and Karen was scissoring Bethany
at the same time.  I had to wonder how they knew how to do that.  How did
they even know to do that?  Shaking my head, I darkened the monitor while
allowing the recording to continue and dropped into bed and closed my eyes.
I couldn't shake the feeling that change was coming and not just from my
retirement.  Sleep came quickly, but fitfully.  I don't remember if I
dreamed at all.



   The Swim Team Ch.  03

   Because of the Swim Team, Barry's world is about to change.

   I awoke the next morning to splashing.  A bleary glance at my Echo Show
revealed 8:03am.  It was well after midnight when I went to sleep, and I
can only imagine the girls went to sleep much later than I.  How could they
have the energy to be up and swimming this early?  The siren song of "more
sleep" drifted through my mind, coaxing me back to the abyss of dreams. 
Resistance bubbled up: You should make sure the girls are okay.

   I grabbed my shirt and glanced out the window.  Linda was swimming
freestyle for all she was worth all alone in the pool.  I didn't see Brenda
or the others anywhere.  I padded into the living room, passing Brenda's
closed door.  Bethany, Karen, and Tina each stretched out on the
furniture--separately and clad in their nightshirts.  There was no
indication of the orgy that went on last night at all.

   I slid the door open and stepped out into the hot, dry morning air and
watched Linda slide through the water.  She barely made a splash as she
reached the end of the lane and flip-turned to swim back.  She moved
languidly through the water, just allowing her body to move across the
surface.  Ten years of swim meets gave me enough knowledge to appreciate
her form.

   When she reached the end of the pool, she stood up and pulled her
goggles from her face before wiping the water away.  She glanced back
toward the water for a moment, but her head whipped back around as soon as
I clapped.  "Brava, Linda.  Excellent form on your stroke."

   "Oh!" She clasped her hand to her chest.  Water dripped from her elbows
and chin.  "Mr.  B, you scared me!  How long have you been there?"

   "Not long.  I just woke up and heard you dive in.  The others are still
racked out.  What has you up so early this morning?"

   She climbed out of the pool, pulled her rubber swim cap off, and shook
her hair loose about her shoulders.  The morning sun cast a fiery hue on
her golden locks.  Her usual buoyant smile was absent, and her eyes lacked
the sparkle of last night.  "Oh, well, I didn't really sleep well, and when
I woke up, I couldn't get back to sleep, so I figured a little alone time
in the pool would be good for me."

   It took a lot of will power not to ask if she and Brenda had a fight. 
It wasn't my place to ask.  Linda wasn't my daughter, though sometimes over
the years it seemed that way.  "Well," I began, "did it help?  The
swimming?"

   "You know me, Mr.  B.  Swimming cures all." She managed a wan smile.

   "Yes, Linda," I said, leveling a serious look.  "I do know you."

   Her eyes held mine, blue irises searching as she weighed something. 
Seconds passed.  She remained silent.  Maybe easing into it might help her
decide.  "Why isn't Brenda out here with you?"

   She blinked, eyes darting around..  "Oh, she's, uh, she's still asleep,
I think.  At least she was when I came out here."

   I didn't expect a lie.  In all the time I've known her, I've never
caught Linda in a lie.  At the very least she was prevaricating.  But why
would she?  "Linda?  Is there something you're not telling me?"

   "Oh, no, sir!  I...I," she sputtered.

   "Hey, Daddy!" Brenda bounced up beside us wearing her suit.  Evidently,
she planned on swimming, too.  She reached up and pecked my cheek before
throwing her towel on the chaise.  "How'd you sleep?"

   Her face was sunny.  Her eyes were bright.  Her smile was infectious,
just like always.  "Not bad," I said.  "Not great, but not bad.  I could do
with another hour."

   "And waste this beautiful morning?" She twirled and stretched her arms
out as though she wanted to hug the world.  The morning sunlight
highlighted the curves of her skin.  "Not a chance!  I would come and get
you!  Go get your trunks on and come swim with us."

   "What about your other guests?" Karen, Bethany, and Tina were still
asleep as far as I knew.

   "Oh, they'll come out on their own when they wake up." She was so sure
of her world.  Everything was as it should be, and nothing was out of
place. I envied her that innocence and pitied her when the real world would
eventually interject itself.  "Go!  Get your suit.  This is the last day
before school starts and I want to enjoy every minute of it."

   Linda was just standing there, fiddling with her fingers and shifting
her feet as though waiting for something.  Brenda was bouncing on her toes
like she had always done when she was anxious to get what she wanted.

   "Well, I guess I have no choice in the matter."

   "No, sir." She beamed her smile at me.  She knew full well how to get me
to do what she wanted.  Then again, she also knew that I knew that.

   "I'll be right back."

   "We'll be right here.  Well, actually, right over there," she pointed to
the pool.

   I turned and stepped toward the sliding glass door.  In the reflection,
I saw Linda gesturing at Brenda as if saying "what are you doing?"

   Brenda shrugged and waved her arm at me.  I could see her mouthing
something to Linda, but I couldn't hear anything.  I also couldn't stay
there watching in the door, so I entered the house and stepped through the
living room.  The three girls had not moved since I last passed through.  I
hadn't really looked at them the first time through, but this time, a
glimpse of flesh caught my eye.  Bethany's t-shirt hung loose around her
neck, leaving a vast expanse of right breast uncovered, a small pink
crescent of areola peeking out.  Tina was curled up on her side in my
recliner, her toned legs stacked ending in the twin globes of her tiny
little ass.  She wasn't wearing panties, and I could see the cleft of her
peach peeking out from between her thighs - a peach oozing a little juice.
I guess after their activities last night, she didn't bother to put any
panties on.  The shirt she was wearing hung like a dress when she stood and
would have covered her now except that, in her sleep, she must have worked
it up her legs.

   I needed to get out of there before I began thinking with the wrong
head.

   We all spent the morning splashing around in the water.  The trio
emerged about a half hour after I dove in.  I always enjoy a good
roughhouse in the pool, and Brenda loved trying to dunk me while I loved
throwing her off me.  It was a game we played since she learned to swim and
even though she was full grown, I could still manage to toss her around. 
Well, a few feet anyway.

   But this time, she had help, and soon I had five teen-aged girls
climbing on me and trying to force my head under water.  I would pivot and
grab whatever limb I could get my hand on and toss.  Firm boobs dragged
across my back and chest, firm thighs locked around my legs and waist, and
firm buttocks found their way into my hands as we all wrestled.  Squeals
and splashes were the order of the day.  But I was not a young man anymore,
and soon my strength failed me.  I managed to extricate myself and head to
the edge of the pool to get out.

   "Where are you going?" the group whined in unison.

   "I need a break.  Besides, breakfast isn't going to cook itself."

   "Isn't it a bit late for breakfast?  It's almost 11," Karen said.

   "Brunch, then," I responded.  "Whatever you call it, I need eggs."

   "Bacon!" Brenda hollered.  "Lots of bacon!"

   "Biscuits?" Linda yelled her question.

   "I don't know if we have any, but I'll look."

   "You have flour, right?"

   "Probably," I said.  Brenda kept track of the groceries.  All I did was
pay for them and cart them home.

   "We have flour, no biscuits," Brenda confirmed.

   "I'll make them," Linda said as she climbed out and dried herself with a
towel.  "I love biscuits, but mom refuses to buy or make them.  Too many
carbs."

   "Well, I don't want to get you in trouble," I said with a smile.

   "I won't tell her if you won't." She smiled back.

   "Deal." We laughed as we made our way into the kitchen.  She ran off to
Brenda's room--I assumed to dress--while I, still damp, grabbed the mixing
bowl and baking stone.  I had to blink when she emerged from the bathroom
no longer in her Speedo but sporting her pink bikini.

   She must have seen the confusion on my face.  "I figure I'm going back
in as soon as we're done.  No point in dressing."

   I couldn't argue with that logic, but I was bothered by her near
nakedness.  It had enough fabric to avoid being considered obscene, but
just barely.  She didn't allow me a moment to contemplate it as she grabbed
the large bowl and the flour container with a familiarity reserved for
family members.  She probably had been in and out of the house more often
than I had.

   She was busy adding buttermilk to the flour mix and stirring silently as
I flipped the bacon sizzling in the skillet.  "Linda," I began, "is
everything okay?  You seemed distracted earlier this morning."

   "Oh, I'm okay.  I was just thinking about something earlier, that's
all."

   "Something to do with boys?  That Speedo-boy for instance?"

   "Mark Landry?  As if!" She wrinkled her nose.  "I wouldn't give him the
satisfaction of thinking about him."

   "Some other guy, perhaps?  A different guy grabbed your attention?" I
couldn't help it.  Teasing her was fun.  Besides, it was kinda hot
imagining her hard body flushed with excitement, even if it was because of
some other guy and not me.

   "Mr.  B!" She smiled, and her face flushed pink as she concentrated on
her bowl.  Her nipples popped in the flimsy top, drawing my eyes like
magnets.  "I'm not telling you about boys.  I don't even tell my parents
about boys."

   "Why not?  They might have some...insights...to offer you.  Things that
you might not have thought about." I cocked my eyebrow at her for effect.
"Or know about.  I'm not talking about the birds and the bees, now.  But
they might be able to help with that too."

   Her pink face was growing a deeper red.  "I already know where babies
come from."

   "I know.  Brenda told me when the health class went over it.  She
declared the whole subject 'gross'." That got a laugh.

   "Well, I knew about it before then." She was smiling, but her gaze
drifted, refusing to look me in the eye.

   "Oh, did you now?  And just how did you gain this knowledge? 
Independent study at the library?  Directed research?" she giggled louder
with each teasing suggestion.  "Personal experiments?" I wagged my
eyebrows.

   "Mr B!" She snickered, covering her red face with one flour-covered
hand. "I told you I'm not talking about it."

   I took the bacon up and laid down more strips before grabbing the egg
carton.  "So, no boy trouble?"

   "Nothing for you to concern yourself with, sir." She was smiling, so I
know she didn't mean "mind your own business" though the intent was the
same.

   "Okay, I can take a hint.  But you know if you ever need a guy's
perspective, you can always come to me."

   She put the bowl down and looked as though I had thrown up in her
cereal, and I mentally prepared to back track and apologize.  Seconds
later, however, she jumped on me and wrapped her arms around my torso as
though I was a lifeguard pulling her out of the ocean.

   "You don't know what that means to me," she muttered into my shirt. 
After a brief eternity she pulled away enough to look into my eyes.  "I
meant what I said last night.  You are my hero.  I just want you to know
that." She went back to the bowl and began spreading flour on the counter
before dumping her dough out.

   I couldn't think of anything to say for the rest of the morning.

   *****

   After brunch, Karen got a text and announced that she had to leave to
meet someone, so she said her goodbyes and left.  I went back to my room
while the other girls continued swimming and gossiping and being teen-aged
girls.  I was having a difficult time shaking the feeling of Linda pressing
her breasts into me when she hugged me.  I don't know why, but I was
finding it increasingly difficult to not look at her as a sexual being
lately.  There was only one excuse: I needed to get laid.  That must be it.
A good romp in the sack would level out my libido.

   My dick was already up for the task.  I had been at half-staff all
morning--thank God for baggy shorts and long shirts--what with the
roughhousing in the pool with five bikini-clad girls, and my mind
gravitated to those thoughts like a moth to a flame.  The sad part was that
I didn't have someone on ready standby for just such an emergency. 
Luckily, I had the Internet.  My favorite site featured a lovely model
named Austin Sommer, a cam-girl on the site where sexy young college girls
entertain for tokens.  She even had shows on Sundays, which worked for me
in this instance.  The 'about' page described her as a 20-something
exhibitionist sex-addict slut that loved showing off and enjoyed daring sex
in public places.  What I've seen of her over the past few months bears
that out.  Austin had a tight, athletic body, perky, high-sitting breasts,
and an ass most people would die for: women to have and men to hold.  I
pulled many a nut watching her perform in sexy outfits made of latex, lace,
and leather while she filled her pussy with various toys.  She's not as
pretty as Linda, or my wife, for that matter, but she has an indefinable
quality about her when she plays that keeps me--and several hundred other
people--coming back to watch.  I can't look away.  Hers is the one
commercial site I actually pay for.

   I took care of some routine online chores for several minutes, so many I
almost forgot why I sat down at the computer in the first place.  When I
logged in, Sommer was just about to start her show, so I considered myself
lucky.  She was sporting bright pink hair--obviously a wig--and a bare
midriff t-shirt under a loose halter barely covering her red lace boy
shorts.  Her skin was flawless: not one blemish, not one vein, not one mole
was visible.  Her muscle tone itself was stimulating.  Her breasts, not
huge by any standard, were enough to jiggle slightly under her halter when
she moved.  She pinched the bottom of the halter and pulled, stretching the
fabric down between the swells of her breasts.  With the t-shirt on, there
was no cleavage, but the swell of her breasts still peeked over the top of
the collar.

   There was a counter on the screen counting down to show time.  She was
just teasing and chatting now, waiting for enough people to chime in and
pay the tokens to see her real show.  I clicked the button and heard the
sound of her computer registering the tokens.  She glanced down at her
screen.

   "Hey, BigBoy76," she said and blew me a kiss.  I know, my handle's
cliche, but I figured if I was going to hound dog Internet porn sites, I
might as well go all in.

   "Hey gorgeous!" I typed back.  "I've been waiting to see you all day."

   "Aww, aren't you sweet," she cooed and began typing on her keyboard.  A
few seconds later, her typed response popped up in my private chat window.
"Just for that, I'm going to give you a special show." She winked at the
camera.  I'm sure all the other people watching thought it was just for
them, too.

   Soon, the bell rang and the screen flashed into the private room.  If
anyone else showed up, they would get the generic image scroll of her pics.
Only those who paid got to see her live show.

   I was enthralled as always.  She usually had some kind of hokey fantasy
plot made up, like she was a school girl grounded in her room and missing
her jock boyfriend, or a young girl being punished by her step father.  She
sometimes had a helper for those scenarios.  This time, there was a helper,
but this one was a hot young girl wearing a revealing bikini, a purple wig,
and a mask.

   "Hey guys.  This is my friend, Kiki.  She's been lonely lately and she
needed some company." Austin began rubbing her friend's shoulders as they
moved around to get in position in front of the camera.  "I was thinking
you guys would be good company.  Am I right?"

   More tokens began ringing through the speakers as people spent more
money.  "I thought you would.  You know, if we can get 10,000 tokens, who
knows what may happen?  Why I'll bet she'll forget all about being lonely."

   She glanced at the screen.  "No.  Sorry, Longpull, but the mask stays
on. It's hotter this way, anyway.

   "Yes, Knightrider1, I'm sure you do have the cure for her.  I bet it's
long and hard already.  MMMMM....I can just see it throbbing in your hand,
waiting to plunge it into Kiki right now.  Would you like that, Kiki?" She
fake-whispered into the girl's ear.  "Do you want Knightrider1's long cock
inside you?"

   For her part, Kiki played right along.  She started rubbing the insides
of her thighs as though succumbing to rampant lust.  "Oh, yes.  It's been
so long since someone made me feel good.  Since I've been filled up." She
pressed her fingers flat into the gusset of her bikini bottom.

   "Hey, Kiki, they seem to like you.  Look at the tokens.  I think they
want to see that pretty pussy of yours.  "Well, guys, if we get enough
tokens, you're going to be in for a treat.  Ka...I mean Kiki has the
prettiest pussy around.  Wait till you see it!"

   All this build up wasn't really stimulating me that much.  I just wanted
to see Austin naked and touching herself.  She had a gorgeous pussy, and
the only other pussy that could possibly beat it was probably Brenda's
friend, Karen.  Thinking about Bethany chewing on those lips put more steel
in my rod, which was getting painfully cramped in my shorts.  I had to
release it and give it a tug to get the blood flowing.  I hoped I wouldn't
have to wait too much longer to see something hot.

   Fortunately, the girls reached their goal in short order, Austin grabbed
Kiki's bikini in her teeth and pulled it down her thighs, giving a
slow-reveal of her meaty pussy.  Her lips made a tight mound of flesh. 
Unfortunately, just as Austin ran her fingers up to touch those lips,
someone knocked on my door.

   "Daddy?"

   I shoved my cock back into my shorts, silently screaming as it tried to
bend itself in half, and minimized the browser.  "What is it, sweetie?"

   "The pool filter's making that weird noise again," she said through the
closed door.

   Shit!  That meant at least an hour-long job of cleaning out the element
and recycling the motor.  The very thought killed my hard-on and the hopes
of that much-needed release.  Shit.  I got out of the chair.

   *****

   I finally had a moment alone with Brenda that night, after the girls
finally went to their respective homes.  We spent time getting the house
back in order.  All the girls helped clean the mess, but I like my house in
a certain order, so Brenda and I worked on that as well as laundry for the
week and other mundane things.  While I was working, I tried to figure out
the best way to bring up the sensitive topic of what I had seen at the
party, but nothing came to mind.  I resolved to talk to her over dinner.

   I Door-Dashed some Mexican and we sat at the table while the Echo played
my favorite playlist.  I was never a fan of eating in front of the TV. 
That doesn't mean I never did it, I just wasn't a fan.  I mulled over how
to broach the subject of my concerns while I mixed my refried beans and
rice.  If I came right out and mentioned that I knew her friends were
having sex with each other, that would probably embarrass her and shut her
down, plus it might raise concerns about how I knew about it.  I didn't
want to admit I perved on the scene with the security camera.  I thought
maybe about asking if her friends had boyfriends, but that might come
across like I was a school boy interested in dating them.  My thoughts were
running along those lines as I absently stirred my rice/bean mix.

   "You plan on eating that or just making a bean smoothie?"

   "What?" I was startled out of my reverie.

   "You've been playing with your food like forever.  You didn't even hear
me, did you?"

   "I'm sorry, sweetie," I said, looking up from my plate.  "What did you
say?"

   "I said that everyone had a great time this weekend.  Linda said it was
the best party ever."

   "At least the best chaperoned party, anyway." I laughed.

   "That's part of why it was so good.  You didn't get in the way, and you
weren't overbearing.  Tina's mom would have parked herself in the middle of
the party and kept everyone uptight.  And don't get me started on Bethany's
dad.  Everyone was comfortable around you."

   "Except Speedo-boy."

   "Except Mark, yes." She laughed.  "But he's a jerk, so no one is
comfortable around him.  The only reason he's even included is he's the
anchor for the boy's relay and the fastest boy swimmer on the team."

   "Is he?  Is he really?  I've seen him swim."

   "Well, that and the fact that his dad's company paid for the
natatorium."

   Ah, yes.  The Landry Center.  They made a big deal about the addition to
the school a couple of years ago.  Landry Inc.  organized the drive and
funded most of the costs of building a state-of-the-art aquatic center for
the school.  They even paid to keep it running.  It had been rumored that
the real price for the donation was that the CEO's son be on the swim team,
even though Mark was in a private school at the time.  He transferred in
last year.  It seems Speedo-Boy was indeed his father's son.  "Linda told
me he hit on you before he tried her."

   A flash of disgust darkened her eyes for an instant.  "As if he had a
chance."

   As relieved as I was that she wasn't interested in him, it did bring up
more questions.  "Aside from his attitude, why wouldn't he?  He's not a bad
looking boy and he is in shape..."

   "Dad, please.  He's a major ass-hat.  Pardon my language.  I could never
spend any time with a douche bag like him even if he looked like Chris
Evans."

   "Well, I am glad to hear that.  But I worry about you, sweetie.  You
haven't been out on a date in ages.  Not since, what was his name, Tommy?"

   "Tony." Brenda paused her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth,
the bite dripping cheese sauce as her eyes looked back into her memory. 
Her mouth curved into a hint of a smile.  "Tony Scarpetti.  Sophomore
year."

   "My point exactly.  Almost two years." I watched her face for some
reaction.  "Is something wrong?  I know some guy has to have asked you out
by now." Her eyes darkened, but her face remained unmoved.  This girl would
make a great poker player.

   "Well, Daddy.  You haven't been out on a date in like forever, either. I
could say the same thing about you."

   My memory flashed back a month to Tammy Faircloth, a software vendor who
tried to get me to select her firm for a contract.  The 'firm' we ended up
discussing had nothing to do with software, however.  We had a business
dinner that turned into much more and left us both sprawled on a hotel bed
gasping and sweating and satisfied.  But Brenda couldn't know about that.
She was probably talking about the last real date I had back in the spring.
A woman I met at a parent's night at the school made a point of talking to
me and flirting in a major way.  She laughed at my lame jokes and touched
my arm as much as she could.  She was attractive enough, so I asked her
out. Brenda made a big deal of helping me get ready.  She even picked out
the outfit I wore and selected the cologne.  She wasn't too happy that it
didn't lead to a second date.  I shrugged at the memory.  "I'm too busy
getting you ready for your senior year to worry about dating.  Besides, I
went out like a month ago."

   "Going out with your coworkers is not a date."

   She smirked at me.  She did it again.  She turned the discussion around
on me.  I had to get it back on track.  "Neither is a swim team party." Her
shoulders dropped like they did when she was gearing up a pout.  "Now,
don't get like that," I began, but before I could finish the thought, the
doorbell rang.

   Before either of us could get up, two things happened: The door opened,
and the land-line telephone rang.  I was closer to the phone and as I moved
toward it, I could see Linda coming down the hall.  Tears streamed down her
red cheeks as Brenda ran to her and I grabbed the phone, preparing to blow
off whomever was on the other end.

   "Hello," I barked.

   "Barry?  It's Kelly." Linda's mother.  I've known the Mitchells since
college as we've co-raised each other's daughters.  My wife, Carrie, and I
used to spend a lot of time with the other couple before she died. 
Afterward, Kelly and Dennis tried to get me to go out, but it really didn't
feel right.  I felt a little bad about not keeping in touch with them these
past few years.

   "Kelly.  What's up?"

   "Is Linda there?" her voice sounded strained and full of emotion.  Given
the state Linda was in, there was some serious drama going on.

   "She just got here.  What's going on?  Is everything alright?"

   "Well, to be honest, no.  Nothing is alright," her voice broke, and I
heard a choked sob.  "Nothing will probably ever be alright again."

   "Talk to me, Kelly."

   "I...I...can't.  Not right now.  I will.  I promise.  But, Barry, would
it be okay for Linda to stay with you for a little while?  Just a day or
two."

   "Well, school starts tomorrow, Kelly.  If you don't mind her being here
on school nights..."

   "No.  It's okay.  It's probably better this way." Her voice drifted off.
"I'll call you.  Just...  Just tell her I love her."

   She clicked off before I could even respond.

   I stared at the handset for a few moments before replacing it in the
cradle.  I could hear Linda's cries from down the hallway.  The girls were
cuddled on the couch, Linda nestled in Brenda's arms crying into her
shoulder.  Brenda looked a question at me.  I shrugged back.

   "Linda, sweetie," I began.  "What's happened?"

   The young girl simply cried.

   "Your mother just called.  She sounded worried." Louder sobs.  "She
asked if you could stay here.  I told her of course you can."

   After a few moments of dwindling cries, Linda pulled back from Brenda's
damp shoulder, sniffling.  I handed her a tissue.  The three of us sat in
sniffling silence for a few more moments before Linda managed to pull
herself together, sitting up between Brenda and me.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean...I didn't know where else to go."

   "You're always welcome here, Linda."

   "Yeah," Brenda agreed.

   "Is everything alright with your mom?  Is she sick or something?"

   Linda looked like she was going to break in fresh tears for a moment. 
"No.  She's not sick, but she's not alright.  She and Dad...Dad is..." The
tears began afresh.  "They're getting divorced!"

   She fell against my shoulder sobbing and my arms instinctively wrapped
around her tiny frame as she cried.  I stroked her hair and rocked her. 
Brenda looked at me as I comforted her friend.  Her face was a mask of
conflicting emotions, and I couldn't tell exactly what she was thinking,
but one feeling that came across was anger.  She was mad.  I just didn't
know what she was mad at.

   It took almost a half-hour to coax an explanation out of Linda.  She
would start talking and then break down in a fresh bout of tears.  She
related that shortly after she got home from the party, her dad came home
and took Kelly into the bedroom.  After a few moments, Linda heard Kelly
scream and the sound of something breaking.  When Linda went to
investigate, her father told her through the closed door that everything
was okay and to go back to the living room.  Linda did as she was told.

   After a while, both her parents came out.  Kelly looked like she'd been
crying, and Dennis looked distraught.  They told Linda that they were
splitting up and assured her that it wasn't her fault.  During the scene,
however, Kelly let slip that Dennis had an affair and that's when the
shouting began again.  Linda bolted and came to the only place she felt
safe.  Then she started sobbing again.  I drew her into my arms and resumed
trying to comfort her.

   "Linda, sweetie, you can stay here as long as you need, but you will
need to talk to your parents at some time..."

   "No!" She sat upright, her features flushed and fire in her eyes.  "I
won't go back there.  I can't face them.  Not right now."

   "All right, all right.  No rush though.  I'll talk with your parents and
arrange to get more of your things so you can go to school from here."

   "Thank you, Mr.  B.  I'm so sorry..."

   "That's okay, Linda.  No need to apologize.  Your dad was right when he
said this isn't your fault."

   "That's right," Brenda said, her words hissing through clenched teeth.
"All this is your dad's fault.  He's to blame.  He's a lying cheater!"

   Her words caught me off guard, but more surprising was the venom behind
them.  "Brenda!" I never heard her speak like that before, especially not
about an adult.  "That is not at all appropriate."

   "But you heard her, Dad.  He cheated and broke up her family."

   "I'm sure there's more to the story that we don't know.  I've known
Dennis Mitchell for longer than either of you've been alive.  He's never
cheated on Kelly that I know of."

   Brenda snorted.  "That you know of.  I'm sure there's a lot you don't
know about him."

   "What is that supposed to mean?"

   "Nothing." She shook her head as if trying to clear an errant thought.
"I'm just upset.  Linda is hurt and that makes me angry."

   "Can we please just not talk about it?" Linda put her hand on my arm. 
"I really don't want to think about it right now."

   "You're right.  Why don't you two go on to Brenda's room and get
situated.  School starts in the morning, but if you don't feel up to going,
I'm sure it'll be okay."

   "No.  I think I should go, if for no other reason than to get my mind
off all this." Linda sniffled, stood up, and squared her shoulders as if
shrugging off a heavy load.  "It's day one of my senior year." She forced a
thin, quivering smile on her face.  "Nothing is going to ruin it for me."

   "That's right," Brenda stood beside her friend.  "We'll show them what
you're made of."

   *****

   After the girls went to Brenda's room, I finished cleaning up the
kitchen.  It was usually Brenda's chore, but I figured Linda needed her
more and since we ordered in, there weren't too many dishes to do anyway. I
found it difficult to keep my mind on my task, though, as I kept drifting
back to the Mitchells.  It was so difficult to believe that Dennis was
leaving Kelly and Linda.  Of course, it had been several years since we
were close, but still, it seemed out of character for him to abandon his
family.  I had known both of them since college, where I met them when I
started dating my wife.

   Carrie introduced me to them shortly after we started dating.  She and
Kelly had been best friends since grade school, almost as close as Linda
and Brenda are now.  All three of them went to the same high school. 
Dennis was an athlete, and Carrie and Kelly were cheerleaders, so they were
all part of their class royalty.  While in their senior year, Dennis asked
Carrie out, but, according to her, she turned him down.  She didn't want to
date a jock.  He asked out Kelly and from what Carrie told me, they
instantly clicked.

   Carrie and I shared her sophomore chemistry class even though I was two
years ahead of her.  I had procrastinated enrolling in my required science
credit, and my counselor told me I was going to graduate late if I didn't
knock it out.  Carrie was paired up with me in the lab section.  After I
poured hydrogen peroxide into a beaker and foam erupted all over us, we
connected as we cleaned up and I asked her out.  She was such a smart girl
on top of being gorgeous that my insecurities played havoc with my
confidence.  I was a computer science nerd that happened to be tall enough
to play a passable basketball game.  I would never play pro, but I did
manage to get on the college team.  At that age, though, I was still tall
and gangly, and I didn't grab the attention of the hot girls on campus. 
That's not to say I didn't date.  I just didn't date the beautiful girls.
Carrie was a beautiful girl.  It took every bit of self-confidence I could
muster to even ask her out once.  It helped that we were both covered in
colored foam at the time.

   We had a nice first date.  We walked the commons on campus.  We ate at
this quiet little bistro I discovered my first year that most students
didn't know about.  We climbed to the top of the observation deck and
looked at the stars while we debated philosophy and solved the world's
problems.  We held hands as we walked back to her dorm.  Her hand was warm,
and her fingers fit in between mine perfectly.  We came together at her
door, her small frame fitting perfectly in my arms, her head coming to my
chin.  We had a lingering kiss that forever changed my views on what makes
a good kiss.  I was only twenty, but after that kiss, I felt older.

   On our second date, I so much wanted to show her how much I wanted her,
but I didn't want to scare her off.  She was a special girl and not like
these other coeds that put out on the first date.  Besides, we had such fun
getting to know each other that when we did finally take it to that level,
the waiting would only make it that much better.  It was our third date
that changed our pairing to a foursome.  There was a new Michael Douglas
movie opening that weekend that I thought looked interesting, and it had
Martin Sheen in it, so I thought Carrie might like that.  Anyway, Carrie
asked if her friend and roommate Kelly could tag along with her boyfriend.
Carrie had been telling me all about her friend, so I knew they were close,
and I figured she wanted to vet me with Kelly, so I went along with it. 
Besides, I could use another friend or two anyway.  Kelly was very pretty.
Not as gorgeous as Carrie, but if I was unattached, I would seriously
consider dating her.  Dennis was shorter than I, but bulkier.  He was the
star cornerback of his high school team and good enough to get a
scholarship to the university team.  He was not an unattractive guy, and he
was very outgoing and energetic.  I could tell he was used to getting what
he wanted, but then again, so was I.  I figured we'd make good friends.

   Evidently, I passed Kelly's muster, because things progressed quickly
from there.  At least once a month, the four of us would double date,
either to a movie, or a concert, or one time, we went to a frat party. 
That was the first time I attended one of those events.  I had heard plenty
about the parties on campus, enough to know that, if I wanted to maintain
my GPA, I needed to avoid them.  Still, the stories were salacious enough
to pique my curiosity.  I had heard torrid tales of sorority girls
entertaining the entire house.  With my middle-class upbringing, I had
never experienced anything as wild as what I'd heard, so it was hard to
believe it.  I was keen to go to the party if only to see how badly the
stories were exaggerated.

   At the time of the party, Carrie and I were pretty much unofficially
exclusive.  There were no women I had any interest in dating and, as far as
I knew, no guys that she was interested in.  I had planned on formalizing
our status that night, after the party.  Not an engagement, mind you. 
Rather, just recognizing that we would be exclusive to each other.  I knew
where I wanted our relationship to go, but since Carrie was only in her
second semester of her freshman year, I didn't want to rush things too fast
and scare her off.

   We arrived after dinner.  Never drink on an empty stomach, my uncle
Harris always told me, and I always listened to his wisdom.  There were
plenty of drunk frat boys and hot girls milling around the house and
grounds.  There were two kegs sitting in ice-filled wading pools, and the
tap was connected to a hose that was pouring foamy amber liquid into the
open mouth of a sexy girl whose impressive bosom was straining the seams of
her beer-soaked halter top.  The color of her dark nipples, clearly visible
through the sheer cloth, became even more so when she choked on the beer
and spit it up all over herself and the guy manning the tap.  Everyone
around the keg erupted in laughter, including the girl herself, once she
caught her breath.

   Carrie pulled me by the arm over to the table covered with bottles of
various colored liquids and red solo cups.  Kelly handed her a cup and the
two of them toasted to something I couldn't hear over the din of the music.
Dennis handed me a cup, but I've never been a fan of whiskey and that was
what I smelled in the concoction in my hand.  Watching our classmates
gyrating to the rhythmic thumping of the music was not my idea of fun, so I
tried to interject myself into Carrie and Kelly's conversation.  The girls
were so wrapped up in talking about the rumors of what professor was
sleeping with which student that they didn't even notice me.  Dennis was
drawn into a group of jocks who were preening for the girls.  I was not
there to pick up a girl, so I just hung back for a while, until Derrik, one
of my teammates, pulled me aside to talk about the season.

   After a while, a beer found its way into my hand, and shortly after
that, I started enjoying myself talking with my friends.  Every once in a
while I would drift back to Carrie and we would share a quick kiss, or a
lingering touch just to remind each other who we were there with, not that
there was a chance I would forget.  Carrie was easily the prettiest girl in
the place, even if she wasn't dressed as sexy as some of the sluts.  More
than once, I saw some of the frat boys drift over to her to try their luck,
only to be shot down politely but firmly.

   After a while, Dennis appeared next to me and grabbed my elbow.  "Dude,
you gotta see this."

   I let him lead me down a hall filled with closed doors with socks
hanging on the knobs.  I remember being told that was a universal sign that
someone was having sex in the room and did not wish to be disturbed.  In
the back of the house was a large room with a crowd gathering in the
corner. There was a distinct odor in the air, and many people were pinching
lit roaches wafting smoke into the room.  Tell-tale white granules and
small mirrors littered the coffee table.  On the projection TV there was a
porn movie playing, but the gasps and moans I heard were not coming from
the TV.  Dennis pushed us through the crowd to a large sectional sofa where
three naked guys were clustered and gyrating over one of the young coeds. I
couldn't see who she was at first, but she had an impressive bust that
jiggled in sync with the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind her.  She was
laying on top of a second guy who still had his pants gathered around his
knees.  The third guy had his cock shoved down the girl's throat as she
sawed back and forth.  When the guy pulled his cock from her mouth to slap
her with it, I recognized her as the same girl who had been pulling from
the tap earlier.

   She was clearly into the action as she reached out and grabbed his cock
to get it back into her mouth.  Her hair was pulled back in the hands of
the guy fucking her ass.  I was hypnotized.  I had never seen anyone have
sex before.  Sure, I was no virgin, but doing it and watching it are two
different things.  It was raw.  It was visceral.  It was hot.  My cock
immediately swelled in my jeans and I had to adjust myself before it broke
in half.

   "I know, right?" Dennis noticed my adjustment and laughed before turning
to look at the scene again.  "Dude this is intense!"

   "She is hot," I admitted.

   "You think that's hot, check out over there." He pointed to the other
end of the room where a second girl was riding a cock reverse cowgirl style
while watching the foursome.  One of the second girl's hands was squeezing
her right breast while the other was beating a tempo on her clit as her
partner's glistening cock pistoned in and out of her open pussy.  The
second girl's smaller left breast bounced, her nipple drawing my eye like a
hypnotist's watch.  I had never seen anything like this, and my brain was
having trouble processing the stimulation.  It also served to remind me
that I hadn't been laid for weeks before I met Carrie, and we hadn't done
more than serious petting yet.

   Carrie!

   Where was Carrie?  Did she know about this?  What would she think if she
caught me standing here watching this?  Would she think me some kind of
pervert?  Would she think I brought her here just to get into her pants?  I
turned to leave when I noticed some of the crowd were coupling up where
they were.  Next to me, a guy was standing behind his girl, his arms
wrapped around her, one hand under her ruffled blouse pulling on her nipple
under her loosened bra while he nibbled her neck and ground his groin into
her ample ass.  One of her hands reached back and held his head as her
other hand was trying to open her painted-on jeans.  The guy's left hand
grasped her hip almost as if keeping her from collapsing from desire.  Her
eyes were half closed but lit with a fire as she enjoyed the feelings of
his touch while watching the orgy taking place in front of her.

   I turned the other way and another couple was dropping to the floor
where they'd stood, connected at the mouth as clothes were being pulled
off. I recognized the guy from my Pascal class, the kind of typical geek I
would be if I wasn't so tall and played basketball.  His date was a bit on
the heavy side with too much eye makeup and mousy hair.  They made a cute
couple, though, and they evidently didn't care about having an audience as
they quickly got down to business.

   I stepped out of the throng trying to get back to the hallway to find
Carrie.  I imagined she would want to leave when she found out what was
going on here.  That image was shattered in an instant.

   As I turned to the hallway, Carrie and Kelly were right in front of me.
"There you are," she said with a bright smile.  "I was wondering where you
two had wandered off to."

   "Oh my God!" Kelly's hand went to her mouth as she spotted what was
going on in the room behind me.

   "What?" Carrie asked, her eyes following Kelly's.  "Oh!" She blinked. 
"Oh!"

   I was certain she'd be shocked and offended by what she saw.  I was only
half right.

   "Wow!  That is so hot!  Look at them go." She stepped closer, riveted by
what she saw.  "What are they doing?  Is that guy in her ass or something?
At the same time?" I was too busy watching her to look away.  I'd only seen
that look on her face once before.  It was on our last date when we were
making out on the couch, and things had progressed to the point that
clothes were about to come off.  I was laying back and she was stretched
out on top of me.  We were both hot and horny, and if we hadn't stopped, we
would have had sex.  My cock had been throbbing as my hand had been
cradling the swell of her breast, testing its heft as I tasted the sweet
nectar of her kiss when she pulled back.  She had to feel my bulge pressing
into her belly, but she wouldn't go farther that night, which led me to
believe she was saving herself, and was probably still a virgin.

   That assumption was evidently not accurate.

   She grabbed my arm in her right hand and squeezed and nibbled on her
other hand's fingertips as she focused on the action on the sofa.  Her
nipples were threatening to burst through the fabric of both her bra and
blouse, and her neck was flushed.  Dennis had appeared next to Kelly and he
was running his hands over her shoulders as she, too, was enthralled by the
tableau in front of us.

   The trio on the sofa was moving with more urgency and the rising pitch
of the girl's muffled cries told me she was close to her climax.  She
pulled the cock out of her mouth and began jacking it irregularly as her
head rolled around, and she cried out.  "I'm gonna cum!  Aaaaahhhhhh! 
Harder!  Fuck me harder!"

   "Ahhhhh!  Shit!" The second girl screamed and fell back onto the chest
of the guy she was fucking.  Her cum sprayed out of her pussy as she
frigged her clit.  The guy thrust his cock deep inside her as he spasmed
his orgasm.  After three or four jerks, he began lazily thrusting again. 
The foamy cum began to seep from her entrance, pouring around his softening
cock as he ground it into her.

   "Do it!  Do it now!" The first girl was still jacking the guy in front
of her face as she rode the two cocks inside her holes.  "Fill me up!  Cum
all over me!" She gobbled the cock in front of her face, apparently
desperate for the taste of cum.  Her movements grew more spastic in her
desperation, but it didn't seem to bother her men.  The guy in her ass
pulled his cock out, leaving her ring a yawning red hole, and spurted his
cum onto her jiggling cheeks and into her gaping ass.

   "Uhn!" The guy standing in front grunted as he began pulling on his
shaft, spraying her face with his seed.

   "Oh!  Yes!" She cried.  "Give me more."

   "OHFUCK!" The guy beneath her grabbed her hips and drove himself in her
depths as he filled her pussy with his cum.

   "Damn!" Carrie and I said in unison.  Before I realized what was
happening, the girl reached over and grabbed another guy by the cock and
pulled him to the couch.  That's when I realized that most of the guys
there were jacking off to the scene, and the couples were either fucking in
place, or well on their way to doing so.

   "Come on," I said, taking Carrie by the hand.  "Let's get out of here."

   She didn't say a word as I led her back to the front of the house. 
While the crowd had thinned somewhat, there were still several people
standing around talking or dancing, oblivious to what was going on in the
back of the house.  Either that, or they were just so used to it that it
didn't matter to them.

   I led Carrie outside with Kelly and Dennis following behind us.  When we
got to the car, I just leaned against it and took a deep breath.  "Wow. 
I've never seen anything like that before."

   "Me neither," Dennis said smiling.  "But damn!"

   Kelly looked dazed.  Her breathing was deep, her eyes glassy.

   Carrie squeezed my hand.  Our eyes met.  The unbridled heat I saw
earlier had been replaced with a different look.  One I couldn't read. 
"Take me home, please."

   We drove in silence.  I dropped Dennis off first, since the girls shared
their dorm room.  I could only walk them to the door, because guys were not
permitted inside after midnight.  Kelly went inside while Carrie pulled me
around the side of the entryway into the shadows.  She pulled my head down
and proceeded to suck the air out of my lungs as she attacked my tongue. 
After the longest and hottest kiss I had experienced in my life, she pulled
back and drew a deep breath.  "That was intense.  I'm so turned on right
now."

   "Me, too." I struggled to find the words.  "I want you so bad..."

   "Me too!" The fiery hunger I saw at the frat house was back in her eyes.

   I paused for a moment.  "But I don't want our first time together to be
a reaction to something like that."

   Her lips pursed slightly, threatened to frown, but then curled at the
corners.  "Me either," she whispered.  "As badly as I want you, I want our
first time together to be just us."

   That was when I knew without a doubt that this woman would become my
wife.

   She kissed me again; not as desperately, but more deeply.  She nibbled
on my earlobe before whispering, "Just know that I'm going to go upstairs
and take care of myself.  Probably all night long.  And I'll be thinking of
you."

   *****

   With the dishes dried and put away, I slung the damp towel over the
handle of the oven to dry while I wiped down the counters.  Chores
finished, I looked at the clock.  It was 10 pm, and I headed back to my
room, pausing at Brenda's door for a moment.  I couldn't hear anything, but
I felt I needed to check on them just to make sure.  My knuckles brushed
the door, not wanting to wake them if they were asleep.

   "Yes?" I couldn't tell whose voice it was that answered.

   I twisted the knob and opened the door just enough to be heard, which
allowed me to see only part of Brenda's bed.  The only light that was
visible was from a small nightstand lamp beside the bed.  Both girls were
sitting cross-legged on the bed in nightshirts.  While the idea of seeing
Linda in nothing but a t-shirt would ordinarily get a rise out of me, under
the circumstances, it was difficult seeing her as anything other than a
hurt little girl.  "Just wanted to make sure you have everything you
need...or...whatever."

   "Thanks, Mr.  B.  I'm okay.  We're just about to go to sleep." Her hair
was loose, hanging over her left shoulder.  Her face was washed clean of
makeup and revealed her natural, innocent beauty.

   I forced myself to look away.  "Brenda, you have your alarm set, right?"

   "Yes, Daddy." She was wearing the same type of sleep wear.  Her brown
hair was still pulled back in a loose ponytail, highlighting her
cheekbones. She looked so much like her mother.  She always did, but maybe
since I had just been thinking about Carrie, it stood out more.  "Alexa is
set to wake me up at 6," as she said that, the small smart device on her
nightstand beeped, waiting for a question.  "But I'll probably be awake
before then."

   "Alrighty then." I turned back to Linda.  "I imagine you've left enough
clothes here that you have something to wear tomorrow?"

   "Yes, sir.  I'm all set."

   "Good.  Well then, good night, girls."

   "Good night," they said in unison before I closed the door.

   I stripped down and slipped into bed in my briefs.  I never managed to
have that talk with Brenda, but it seemed so unimportant in light of the
Mitchells' problem.  I needed to talk to Dennis, although he may not want
to talk to me about it.  We'd grown distant over the past few years.  I
kind of went out of my way to avoid them after Carrie died, not because I
didn't like them, but more because I couldn't deal with my grief.  Whenever
I saw them, I felt Carrie's loss even more.

   As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts turned to the night Carrie and I
finally consummated our love for each other.

   Because of midterms and work obligations, it was two weeks after the
orgy that we found time to be alone together.  Because I was an
upperclassman, I was in a student apartment, which meant I could have
guests anytime I wanted.  I had entertained Carrie here before, but usually
when we were double-dating with Kelly and Dennis.  This time, it was just
the two of us, and I cooked a nice chicken parm and pasta dinner.  We
listened to my favorite Journey record on the turntable as we settled in on
the couch with our wine.  Now, I'm not a wine connoisseur by any stretch,
but on a romantic date with Italian food, you have wine, right?

   We talked about classes.  We talked about family.  We talked about
politics.  We talked about everything but what we both knew was coming. 
But I wasn't anxious about it.  It was a very pleasant and comfortable
evening.  There was no pressure.  At least, I didn't feel any pressure.  At
one point during the conversation, Carrie had been playing with her light
brown hair, her elbow resting on the back of the sofa, and she dropped her
hand from her hair to my forearm and began caressing the hairs with her
fingertips.  It was a simple, innocuous gesture, but after fifteen seconds
of this silent stroking, the casual air in the room got much hotter, and I
felt a little pressure in my jeans.  My gaze traveled from her fingers, up
her arm until I found myself staring at her angelic face.  That heavenly
countenance was laced with a fiery passion that threatened to engulf me.  I
felt myself falling into her blue eyes, and I'd never felt such desire in
my life.

   I leaned in and our lips touched ever so lightly, but I felt connected
by more than just our lips or our passion.  Time didn't pass while we
kissed.  The world stopped spinning.  School faded away into nothingness.
There was only Carrie.  What started as light kisses grew in intensity
until I couldn't tell where I stopped and she started.  My arms were
wrapped around her and I felt her heart beating in time with mine.  Somehow
we had moved to my bed and shed our clothes, though I have no memory of
how. Her naked body lay on top of mine, her bare nipples drilling into my
chest as my hands cupped her tight buttocks.  My cock throbbed, trapped in
the warmth between her taut abs and mine.  While I never wanted to break
our kiss, I needed to taste more of her.  Her neck.  Her earlobes.  Her
shoulder.  I kissed, nibbled, and licked my way down her body until I
rolled her over and continued to kiss her sternum while my hands caressed
the swell of the sides of her breasts.

   I felt her fingers running through my hair as my mouth sought out her
nipple.  When I ran my tongue over it, she drew in a hissed breath, and
when I caught it in between my teeth, she pulled my head tighter to her
chest.  She bucked her hips, grinding her pubes against the edge of my hip
bone as I shifted my attention to the other breast.  I could feel her moist
heat and smell her sweet passion as I made love to her breasts.  I kissed
the space between as my hands pressed the flesh of her breasts to my cheeks
while pinching her nipples.

   Carrie pressed down on my head and I allowed her to lead me along the
curves of her belly, pausing momentarily to kiss her belly button, before
arriving at the little hill just north of her steaming ravine.  She had a
well-trimmed, short patch of soft, light brown pubes shaped in a triangle
pointing to the junction of her puffy outer lips.  I pressed my chin
through her pussy before running my mouth over her hooded clit.  Her slim
lips were already slick and engorged with her excitement.  Spreading her
lips with my fingertips, I cupped my tongue to lap her fluids, savoring the
taste as I sucked the flavors from deep within her.  Her fingers danced
across my head, twisting in my short hair as she tried to direct my
attentions where she wanted them most while she rocked her hips.

   "Aaahhhhhhh!" she cried out as her thighs clamped hard on my ears, and a
flood of hot juice poured from within her, coating my chin and the bed.  I
kept up my tongue dance on her clit as I slipped two fingers deep inside
her sodden gash.  "Oh God!  Oh, my God!  I'm gonna cum again!" More fluid
spurted from her as her hands threatened to smother me with her slit.

   Once her spasms slowed, she pulled my head from between her legs, rolled
me over, and plastered her mouth to mine.  She kissed me so hard it felt
like she was trying to devour me.  She kissed my neck and nipples briefly
before settling down on her knees between my legs.  I felt her hand cup my
balls as she rubbed her face along my hard cock, her warm breath tickling
the hairs along the base.  Then I felt the warm wetness of her tongue
licking the thickness from the base toward the head.  I closed my eyes and
savored the sensations as she mouthed my cock, planting little kisses and
licks along its length.

   Her light touches and quick kisses were driving me crazy and my cock
began to throb even more.  I thrust my hips up, trying to find her mouth. I
wanted, no, I needed to feel myself inside her--be it her mouth or her
pussy--my cock wanted in.  I felt her hand wrap around the base and lift my
cock up.  A few eternal seconds later, warm wetness enveloped the head.  I
heard her pop her lips as she pulled her mouth off before sucking the head
back in again.  I opened my eyes and looked down to see her smiling at me
with the head of my cock just inside her smiling mouth.  Her eyes danced as
she played with my cock.  Suddenly, she dove down, drawing my prick into
her mouth and deeper still.  She took me all the way in one quick motion,
not even pausing as it entered her throat.  Her lips were wrapped around
the base of my cock, her nose pressing into my groin, and she held it
there. Her tongue was still dancing along the main vein and she was doing
something with her throat, constricting around the head while the entire
length was in her mouth.

   I'd never been deep throated before.

   I'd heard about it, but I'd never had it done to me.  Not because I was
so big, but mostly because the girls I had been with up until then either
didn't do it or didn't do it right.  Carrie taught me what I'd been
missing. She pulled back, her lips tight around the shaft until the head
appeared with an audible pop.  Carrie swallowed and gasped before slurping
my cock back into her mouth.  She bobbed her head up and down a few times
before she grabbed the base again and started twisting her hand in sync
with her sucking.

   My nut was building fast, but I didn't want to cum yet.  I had to feel
myself inside her.  I pulled her off my cock and began to sit up.  She
whined a little until she saw what I wanted.  She rolled onto her back and
brought her knees to her shoulders, opening herself to me.  Her hand
slipped down to her pussy, spreading her juices around in anticipation.  I
slipped my knees under her thighs, allowing me to watch as my cock lay
across her pussy.

   I took my cock and dipped it into her wetness, coating the head with her
juices before rubbing it across her clit, which had peeked out from its
hood.  Carrie reached her fingers down and held her lips open for me as I
pushed the head back down and into her.  The boiling heat seared my cock as
I buried my length within her.  We stared deep into each other's eyes as
her folds surrounded me.  She was so wet that I felt only her tightness as
I slipped deeper inside.  Once I was fully within her, I had to just sit
there and enjoy the sensation.  Any movement could cause me to cum.  I
tried to will myself back from the precipice so I could make this last.  I
leaned down and kissed her and she flexed her muscles to squeeze me inside.
I straightened myself out until I lay full on top of her, as much of my
body touching as much of hers as we could manage.  I began a slow gyration,
grinding myself against her clit without pulling my cock from inside her. I
rocked side to side, then moved my hips in a circle, causing the head of my
cock to slip back and forth across her cervix.

   "Oh, yes.  Keep doing that," she commanded.  "Oh, God, that feels so
good."

   "This feels wonderful." I kissed her.  "You feel wonderful." I began
full length slow strokes into her depths, with a rocking at the downstroke.

   "I never want this to end."

   "Me neither.  I could stay inside you like this forever."

   "Oh, God, yes!" She humped up against me as I felt her get even more wet
and hot as her orgasm washed over both of us.

   The surge in heat from her orgasm triggered mine, so I began slamming
her harder to push me fully over the edge.  My balls slapped against her
ass as I drilled her.  I pulled my head back and watched her face, locking
her eyes with mine as I felt the first pulse of my cum rocket out of me.  I
held her gaze as I pushed myself in as deep as I could and deposited the
rest of my load.  I leaned down and kissed her again before resting against
her and wrapping her in my arms.  She kissed my shoulder as her hands ran
over my back and her ankles locked my hips in place.  We lay like that for
what seemed like hours, just basking in our satisfaction and affection.  We
must have dozed off in that position, because before I knew it, the first
dim rays of the morning sun peeked through the windows.

   I pulled back and noticed she was asleep.  I disentangled myself from
her loving arms and went to the bathroom to clean up.  I soaked a washcloth
in warm water and brought it back to the bed and cleaned her up as well. 
She stirred as I wiped my dried cum from around her pussy.  When I
finished, I slipped back into bed and spooned behind her, wrapping my arms
around her and cupping her full breast in my hand.

   *****

   My hand still cupped Carrie's breast in my dream when Alexa turned on my
nightstand lamp and said good morning, letting me know it was 5:30.  I had
meant to turn that alarm off since I was now officially retired, but I
forgot to.  It came in handy because it allowed me to see something I never
expected.  My arms were still wrapped around a warm body, my hand still
cupped a full breast, but I was no longer dreaming.  I blinked at the
blinding light, trying to focus my eyes.  The early morning fog of my mind
was having trouble reconciling the feelings of holding a woman with the
knowledge that I went to bed alone last night.  I looked down and saw a
head full of strawberry blond hair tousled on my pillow.

   I was still wearing my briefs, but my morning wood was pressed into the
crack of the most delightful panty-clad ass I'd been fantasizing about for
the past several years.  Linda was still asleep and nestled quite
comfortably in my arms.  My hand was still grasping her near-perfect breast
through the fabric of her t-shirt.  I began to hyperventilate.  How did
this happen?  Exactly what did happen?  Oh my God!  Did I fuck Linda?  Did
I fuck my daughter's best friend?