Ted McDonough had barely dozed off when he heard a rapping on the door. Figuring it was their dinner being delivered, the freshman legislator rolled off the bed and headed toward the sound. Not thinking straight, he did nothing to cover the erection still in force. Screw it, he thought. So, some pimply-faced college kid will get a bit of a thrill.
Ted cracked the door open and peeked into the hall. His blurry eyesight could make out a figure in white holding a large brown paper bag. "Room service," said an all too familiar voice his climax-addled mind couldn't quite place. The figure pushed the door the rest of the way open and barged in.
"Man, oh man," said the feminine voice. "Am I overdressed, or what?"
"Nat…Natalie?" stammered Ted as he squinted at his nineteen-year-old intern. "What are you doing here?"
"Delivering desserts," she said. "Is that my tip?"
"What?" said the confused, still groggy man. He followed her descending stare to his bare member pointing right back at the pretty older teen. "Oh, fuck."
"Who is it?" asked Jeb from the bed. The distinguished senator sat up, doing nothing to shield his nakedness. "My goodness girl, you look like an angel."
Both of the naked preteen daughters stirred from their post-coitus rest. "Natalie," they cried together.
"Well, someone has been having fun," said the new arrival. "I hope you don't mind that I crashed the party."
"As long as you quit flapping your gums and hand out the desserts," said Jeb. "We were deprived of our dinner by the need to consummate our love with our two girls. You remember how that was, don't you?"
"I certainly do." The intern opened the paper bag and pulled several bowls out, giving them to the recovering fathers and daughters before taking one for herself.
After eating half of the dessert, Ted broke the silence. "So, how do you know my intern?" he asked the older man.
"That, my boy, is a long story. I'm sure the girls wouldn't want to be bored by it."
"Yes, we would," said Sophie showing her typical twelve-year-old curiosity.
"I like your stories, Daddy" said Maggie. "They aren't half as boring as the pastor's stories."
"Well, all right," said Jeb. "Perhaps we should sit down and finish our desserts while I tell you the short version." He turned to the two tweens. "Are you sure you would like to hear the story of that last time Natalie and I attended the Father-Daughter Dinner here?"
"Yes," said the naked girls who crawled closer to the older man. "Tell us everything."
"Let's see," he started. "It began just about twenty years ago."
"But that's too long ago," said Sophie.
"I say, child. Don't interrupt a man when he's relating a story. Now, where was I?"
"Twenty years ago," said Maggie.
"Ah, yes. I was in my second term here, then the junior senator, and working on my second marriage to a young girl I met through another legislator who shall remain nameless. Anyway, her name was Stella. She was pretty enough, but her finest quality was being very well connected. After a whirlwind courtship, we had a private wedding along the Potomac. While my first marriage with my school sweetheart suffered a failure, I was sure this would last forever because it was based on power."
"I bet it didn't," said Maggie, the product of his third marriage.
"Magnolia, dearest, who's telling this story? Now if you're gonna stay hushed, I'll keep going." The girl moved a bit closer to her schoolmate for protection before nodding.
"About six weeks after we exchanged vows, I happened to be in the campaign office of a candidate I was endorsing when I spy this cute little kid sitting at a desk answering the telephone. At first, I thought it was a young boy. Short shaggy brown hair. Black glasses with these huge lenses. Smooth cheeks of a kid not old enough to shave. It was only when she got up, and I saw the wool skirt she wore that I deduced her sex."
The man paused to savor the memory. "I knew better in the back of my mind, but I had stepped on my personal slippery slope." Ted nodded, knowing exactly what his mentor felt.
"I tried to ignore her, but every so often my eyes caught a glimpse of this nubile beauty. It was like they were drawn to her like a magnet. So I made an excuse to introduce myself to her. She went by the name of Jackie. She was hanging out there while her sister created campaign signs. Tiny little thing, couldn't have been much over ninety pounds then. Not much fat anywhere but maybe her butt. However, she was also the absolute smartest creature I ever encountered. On that fact alone, she stirred a lust in my heart as strong as anything I felt before or since."
Jeb dipped his spoon in the ice cream and then into his mouth, savoring the bite as much as he did the memory. "There's only one solution to such a craving. I got her culled from the rest of the herd and worked my charm on her. Like melted butter on my stack of pancakes, I had the girl eating out of my hand. Once I had her alone, I fucked her five ways to Friday. And then gave her another just for good measure. That accomplished, I quietly returned to the forgiving arms of my wife. I thought I had put the whole affair to bed."
He helped himself to another spoonful of ice cream. "I didn't think about Jackie for about a month until I get a note with three scary words stuffed in an unmarked envelope.
The rabbit died. Now, I've been around folks who referred to the old school tests for confirming pregnancy to know the sender was in the family way. But with no name on the note, I didn't know the writer."
After another small taste, he continued. "My first thought was Stella trying to be cute. She was barely past twenty-one and still had a bit of teenaged frivolity in her. So when I confronted her, she darn near fainted. That very morning after I left for the Hill, she had bought one of those drug store test kits and by peeing on it, confirmed her condition. She had been waiting until dinner to spring the good news on me. I jumped for joy only to land with the realization she could not be the envelope sender."
Jeb paused for a minute. "Well, what happened?" asked an impatient Sophie.
"I'm getting to it, child. Let a man enjoy the moment."
"Sorry," she said.
"Three days later, Jackie showed up at my office without an appointment. Of course, no one on my staff knew her, but they were hospitable and allowed the tiny girl a spot to sit a spell. She waited the entire day and probably would have been chased out by security had I not stopped by for some forgotten papers I was taking home to study. When I saw her, my heart knew exactly why she was there. And I had no plan for how to solve my dilemma. Then I thought about an old friend, Mrs. Fitzwilliam."
Ted pointed to the door. "From the school?"
"The same. The three of us met with her to introduce them to a technique using hypnosis pioneered by Mrs. Fitzwilliam. I became the controller of the two mothers-to-be. They submitted to my will to create a harmonious atmosphere. And about eight months later, my family increased by two, Lauren who the public knew as my daughter, and one who remained in the shadows. Jackie named her Natalie after a favorite actress."
"You're… his… daughter?" asked Ted. His intern nodded. "Jeb, you have to be kidding."
The old man let out a load guffaw. "I'd better be right, after all those diapers I changed. She is my little, well, I guess, not so little girl."
"But, you have different last names."
This time the girl laughed. "He never said he ever married my ma. I'm his little bastard girl."
Ted dropped his spoon as well as his jaw at that revelation. "Good thing I have extras," said Natalie.
After she handed the replacement utensil to Ted, she turned toward the older man. "Pa, is there anything you desire?"
"It is time you joined in the party." In a commanding tone, he said, "Daughter, remove your clothes."
The girl smiled as she angled her back toward Ted. "Would you do the honors, please?"
He unzipped the back to her waist and watched it fall from her shoulders. As the white dress puddled at her ankles, he realized she wore nothing underneath. At least, she sported no undergarments. She did have a black band around the upper left arm almost in her armpit.
"That there's my symbol of control," said Jeb as he pointed at band. "Not as conspicuous as a dog collar, but just an effective." To Natalie, he said, "Daughter, spin around slowly so we can all take in your beauty."
The girl did as she was commanded. As she turned to face Ted, his jaw dropped again, but this time, he maintained his death grip on his spoon. Natalie possessed the smallest set of breasts he had ever seen on a mature woman.
"I hope you don't mind me not having huge tits," she said. "I sort of inherited mine from my mother."
Ted shook his head no as his gaze dipped lower to her hairless mons. "Actually, I love how you look like a young teenager."
"You haven't told us about coming here," reminded Sophie with a stern look on her face.
"I'm getting to it. I told you it was a long story." The man took a long breath as he thought. "How shall I put this? Despite my control over the minds of their mothers, the two girls didn't interact well. So Stella returned home with Lauren while Jackie and Natalie stayed in the city. I rented them a brownstone not too far from my own." He glanced over at his protege. "It's a place you should recognize, Ted, since I picked you up there tonight."
The younger man looked at the now naked intern. "You grew up in that place?" The intern nodded. "No wonder you look so comfortable the few times you had to deliver papers there."
"If I might continue," said Jeb. "I thought it would solve the tension problem between the pair, but it exacerbated it instead. By the time school entrance came up, both girls were living here in the city. Stella begged to move on, which I let her. I always wanted her happiness. Another nice quiet divorce resulted in me having custody of Lauren. And left me at a crossroads as far as how to achieve a peaceful resolution. I turned to my old friend, Mrs. Fitzwilliam again."
She looked at Natalie, patting the feather bed next to him. Taking the hint, she sat down next to by her father. "Hypnosis to settle sibling rivalry had never been attempted on first graders by Mrs. Fitzwilliam. She wanted the girls over ten, boys over thirteen. It had to do with hormones raging. I left my two girls in the hands of Mrs. Fitzwilliam while I headed out on the campaign trail yet again. When I returned, I found out why first graders shouldn't be hypnotized."
"Why not?" asked Sophie.
Jeb turned to his daughter sitting next to him. "I think Natalie would tell the story better. Tell them the story of you and Lauren."
The intern blushed a little before taking a deep breath. "Mrs. Fitzwilliam thought sex was the key to our situation. So she instructed Lauren and me in the art of masturbation." She looked at her father. "Pa, will you let me show Maggie?"
"Magpie," said Jeb. "Learn what your sister is teachin."
Ted looked to his daughter who had an expression for desire like she wanted the last Bieber concert ticket. "Sophie, join them."
Rather than have the twelve-year-old girls move, Natalie plopped herself between them. The three could have passed as sisters with their underdeveloped breasts on display.
Natalie took Maggie's hand and inserted the long middle finger into her mouth. "That gives you a little lubrication." She then placed the tween's hand in her lap. "Just let me guide you." The intern directed Maggie's hand to the most sensitive spots. The twelve-year-old closed her eyes and started to feel the wonder of self-satisfaction. She mewled like a kitten as the fingers began to pick up speed.
With her half-sister in a trance, Natalie turned to Sophie. The eager girl had already started by sucking her middle finger and faithfully reproducing the actions done by Maggie. Her mentor adjusted her technique, and Sophie went to heaven at the corrected sensation.
Ted unconsciously began to stroke his raging hard-on as he stared at the perverted sight on the bed. All three girls were now engaged with their own furious pussy pleasuring.
Maggie, who started first, climaxed first, loudly. Natalie had a sympathetic orgasm, wilder than Ted had ever seen a girl have. Left behind, his daughter experienced only a tiny cum before ending her fingering.
"Don't worry," said Natalie as she kissed the frustrated tween. "My sister, Lauren had a similar problem. She needed a different stimulation."
The intern turned to her boss for permission. "May I pleasure your daughter?" she asked Ted.
"Never thought I'd hear that request," he said, his hand still stroking his rod. "But, yeah. Do whatever you want."
"Scoot back," Sophie," said Natalie.
The young girl crab-walked back until her butt found a pillow. Leaning back, she spread her bent knees and presented her bare pussy to the ravenous-looking intern.
"Perfect," said Natalie as she crawled between the tween's inviting thighs. "This is how I used to get my sister off." Lowering her face, her outstretched tongue searched for the aromatic slit with its little girl smell. Finding it, her long tongue wedged into the hidden valley and began to massage the inner lips.
With the older girl occupied, Jeb stared at the beautiful backside with her nether ports exposed. He motioned to Ted to take advantage of the situation.
The younger man needed no second gesture, climbing behind the intern and stuffing his cock into the well-lubricated cunt. It slid in more easily than either of the twelve-year-old virgins he had previously that night, but with resistance of someone who hadn't a lot of experience.
"Oh," exclaimed Natalie as he entered.
"Back to the lesson," commanded her father. And her mouth dove back to the preteen pussy.
With all of his own stimulation, it took Ted only a few dozen strokes to shoot deep into Natalie's womb. He held it inside until he could feel his own daughter start to spasm under the ministrations of the older girl. As the three came down from the exhilaration, he reluctantly pulled out so the trio could collapse beside each other.
While Ted spooned with Natalie, Maggie crawled up behind Sophie. The four held each other quietly.
Ted stirred. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, though with the amount of hormones coursing through his body, it wasn't a big surprise. Nor was his cuddling with the beautiful Natalie. No, it was the two twelve-year-old girls engaged in a sixty-nine at the edge of the bed. And his own erection still going strong.
That didn't even take into account the old rotund naked man sitting in the chair, his knees splayed apart, eating ice cream with one hand while slowly massaging his old dick with the other.
"Well, freshman. You decided to wake up. When I was your age, I had a wife and a mistress to keep happy, not to mention the occasional intern or perhaps a female constituent. Child, you are going to have to build up his endurance."
"Okay, Pa," said the sleepy older teen.
"Oh, boy," said the two younger girls, who rolled out of their embrace and sat up.
"You can finish your story now," said Sophie.
"All right," said Jeb who put his spoon and empty bowl down, but kept his other hand engaged. "Remember, if we find anything sexy, you now know how to pleasure yourself."
"Go on," said Maggie, her hand already back on her pussy.
"Somehow Lauren and Natalie survived together long enough to make fifth grade. Mrs. Fitzwilliam acted as a surrogate mother part of the time, especially during the long winter sessions. The half-sisters treated each other as siblings, one minute loving each other and the next moment, the Civil War broke out. Most of the problems centered around boys. If one had her heart set on a particular boy, the other developed a crush on him also."
"His name was Andy Johnstone," said a sleepy Natalie in a dreamy voice.
"He was the one during fifth grade who divided them the most. A house divided by a boy cannot stand. I brought up my dilemma to Mrs. Fitzwilliam. She was inclined to let nature run its course. I was not as sure, having been in a similar predicament in my own youth. I did not want a punk kid ruining either of my girls and turning them off from sex."
Jeb paused his story as he slowed his jacking. "Mrs. Fitzwilliam had a compromise as she always did. I'm sure she was a Whig in another life. She arranged for me to have the girls experience their first time with me. Then they could do Andy or Frank or whoever they wanted. And because other fathers had the same concerns, she held a Father-Daughter dinner to mask the true intentions."
"Just like ours?" asked Sophie.
Jeb nodded. "All of the fifth and sixth grade girls were invited. About half attended. Like tonight, we shared this very room. Most stayed downstairs in a kind of orgy deflowering. All of the girls were under the hypnotic influence of the headmistress. For one night, we had preteen lovers."
Maggie and Sophie looked at each other and smiled. They were happy to be part of the tradition.
"So, what happened to your other daughter?" asked Ted.
"Pa knocked her up," giggled Natalie. "She ended up moving back in with her mother and fading into the background. It doesn't look good for a senator to father his own granddaughter."
"So you got Andy Johnstone to yourself?" asked Ted.
"Yeah. Some catch. He ended up being gay. Lauren lucked out again."
The five naked people sat quietly for a few minutes. Then Jeb lowered his knees and approached the bed. "Scoot on your butt, child," he said to Sophie. "I think we have time for another fuck."
"I thought you couldn't," said Ted. "Your heart or something."
"Nah, I just wanted to see how depraved you were. Better start on Maggie. My little girl's not gonna get pregnant by herself." With that Jeb pushed into the willing Sophie.
Ted glanced at Maggie who rolled over with her butt raised. "Do me like you did Natalie, please."
Never one to turn down an invitation, Ted mounted the twelve-year-old doggie style. Well, he had to get the erection down somehow.
"Rise and shine," said the voice at the door. "Your car has arrived."
Ted McDonough rolled away from the little girl, sure that he had nothing left to deposit in her. He blinked to see Natalie already in her white dress and Jeb wearing his clothes though not the tie.
"Was it a dream?" the younger man asked.
"No, Daddy," said Sophie. "It was the best fuckin' night of my life."
Ted pulled on his pants and buttoned his shirt up. Two minutes later, they vacated the room and headed down the grand staircase. At the bottom, Mrs. Fitzwilliam stood to greet them.
"I hope all went well," she said with the voice of someone who got at least a few hours of sleep.
Ted merely nodded. At least his stiff cock was no longer so.
"Wonderful night, my dear," said Jeb. "Success downstairs?"
"Yes, I would give the girls very good grades." The woman nodded toward Sophie and Maggie. "What about them?"
Both girls smiled as they shook their heads. "Four times each," bragged Maggie.
"Very good," said the woman. "I'll expect you bright and early to school Monday. Now go get some rest."
They walked, or rather staggered, out to the waiting limousine. Natalie tried to head for her car, but Ted wouldn't let her. "You need to ride with us," he said. "We have some unfinished business."
"What's that?" the intern asked.
"You and I need to be a good role model for Sophie. We are going to fuck until you get pregnant."
Natalie smiled and nodded toward the girl. "Can she help?"
"If you wish," said Ted. "I can command her to do anything." He realized the old senator was right. That collar around his daughter's neck was turning out to be the best investment ever.