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And Then There Were...

By: ozzietwo



I don't know which of us saw her first. But we both saw her, and nudged each other. She was wearing a dress that was not too short but quite (demurely, if that can be said) revealing, with a body built for it!

She walked in to the restaurant, paused, and looked around. She saw a man sitting across the way, close to us. He caught her eye, smiled, licked his lips. She returned the smile, walked over and, just before he had a chance to stand up, bent forward and down, and kissed him. As she did, the top of her dress fell open, revealing her full boobs, her nipples already hard.

They were about our age, he dark haired, solid but trim, a slight growth of whiskers on his face, she a bit shorter, trim, what I call "a neat little package".

They sat together in the corner, eating a light meal. They were relaxed, yet with a sexual tension between them that spoke of a happy time to come. At one point, she dropped her shoe from her foot and, hidden under the table (at least from the waiter, if not from us), ran it up his leg to press gently against his cock.

He signed for the meal, rose, and helped her to her feet. Together they left the restaurant. 

Finished ourselves, we did the same, and found ourselves following them down the hallway to the rooms. From behind, we saw him caress her back, then her arse. She walked tall and straight, clearly enjoying the feel of his hand. I did the same to you, realized there was no panty line under your dress, and smiled to myself.

As they walked along, they came to the doorway which turned out to be theirs. Across the wide hallway, a young couple were standing in their doorway, she in it, he slightly outside, both of them embraced in a passionate kiss, and clearly with no intention of stopping. The older couple paused at their door, glanced across at the young couple, then knowingly at each other, smiled, and walked into their own room, leaving the young couple to continue their passionate embrace.

We walked by, glanced at them, gave them a smile of encouragement, and went on around the corner to the right, turned again, and entered the door to our own room. Maybe there would be three couples enjoying themselves this evening!

Inside our room, I closed our door, then followed the young man's example, drawing you into a full embrace and passionate kiss. My hands roamed your body, feeling, caressing. I kissed you, our lips parting, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. I withdrew slightly, and began kissing your neck, your chest.

My hands ran down your back to your arse, holding and gripping it, drawing you to me. I heard you moan as you pushed your hips against my now-hard cock. I reached a bit further down, caught the hem of your dress, and lifted, not stopping until I had your dress up, over your head, and off. You stood there in all your beauty, ready to be ravished. And ravish you I would, with the greatest of pleasure.

I bent down, kissed your neck, then ran my tongue, my lips down to your left breast. I gently kissed the nipple, then took it between my teeth and bit softly. Then I released, and moved across to your right boob, this time sucking it fully into my mouth. I sucked hard, then drew back, felt your boob drop from my mouth, plop to your chest. I loved that!

I wanted to move down, lick your cunt and suck your clit into my mouth. But not just yet! Instead I ran my hand down, cupped your pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze. You moaned in delight.

Then "My turn", you said, and your hands began their journey, unbuttoning my shirt, slipping it off me, then undoing my belt, opening my trousers. You slid them down, and went down with them, taking my shorts with you. My cock flipped out and stood tall. Your face brushed by, and you turned and kissed it gently, then moved on. Time enough for more later, once my trousers were off.

I stepped out of them and you stood, folded them and set them aside. Again I took hold of you, embraced you, caressed you.

It was then that I became aware that there was more going on than had met the eye. We were in darkness, having not yet set the light on. Through our window and across the way, however, I saw a soft glow from the light of the bedroom opposite. Inside, I saw the couple who had walked ahead of us. They were now as naked as we were, and preparing to enjoy a night of pleasure. 

I motioned to you to turn around and look. You did, and gave a delightful little laugh. "Mmmm", you said. "Nice!"

He lay back on the bed, moved up it, and spread his legs. His cock was hard, waiting. She crawled up on the bed, knelt at the foot end, bent forward, took hold of his cock, held it upright with her left hand. Her right hand cupped his balls, caressing them. Her tongue flicked out, giving his cock a little lick, then a longer one. She looked into his eyes, smiled. He smiled back. Then she kissed the head of his cock, opened her mouth, and took him inside.

His face gave away his reaction if nothing else did, a look of total pleasure washing over him. She fondled his balls, then slid her mouth down on his cock, and back up again. She closed her eyes, and appeared lost in the taste and texture, totally and completely enjoying it every bit as much as he was.

I heard you give a little moan. I was standing behind you now, and wrapped my arms around you, cupping your boobs, then running one hand down your body, and back up to your boob. Your right hand curled behind, and you grasped my cock.

We stood for a moment, entranced in the pleasure being given and received, and feeling our own in turn. And then it happened.

Suddenly a young woman stepped into the room, dropped her housecoat, and stood, naked, at the foot end of the bed. It was the young woman who had been wrapped in the embrace with the young man. The older couple were completely oblivious to her presence, immersed as they were in their own pleasure. She knelt and, without a moment lost, planted a kiss on the kneeling woman's cunt! 

The older woman jerked upright for a moment, her mouth coming off her lover's cock. Her partner's eyes opened in surprise, and looked at her. He could see nothing, as the young woman was hidden behind his partner's body. She looked back, and saw the younger woman. 

Maybe it was the recognition, maybe it was that the younger woman began a long, slow lick of the older woman's cunt. Whatever it was, it was as though the older woman had made up her mind. She returned to her partner's cock, taking it into her mouth again, sucking on it, playing with his balls.

"Ooohh!" I heard you say. You squeezed my cock. We watched as the man's eyes closed, and he continued to enjoy the sensations she was giving him.

The younger woman licked up, then down, then took hold of the older woman's legs as she did so, giving herself the leverage needed to press her mouth fully against the older woman's cunt, grinding into it. We saw the older woman react, strongly but clearly with pleasure. 

We couldn't hear any sound from them, of course, but the man opened his eyes. He saw now that there was someone else present. His first reaction may well have been shock, but that was soon settled as he must have realized his partner was enjoying whatever was happening to her. Her hands and mouth on his cock, her hand on his balls, let him know that very clearly, without a word being spoken. 

The younger woman slid her tongue up now, up the crack of the older woman's arse, and stopped at her anus, circled, probed. The older woman's body shivered in delight, rocked. She bore down hard on her man's cock, milking him with her mouth, her hand.

The young woman then continued her ascent, her full young boobs brushing over the older woman's arse. The man could see her face now, then her boobs. She smiled at him. He looked her in the eye, then smiled back. She blew him a kiss, then began her journey back down, down to the older woman's clit. 

Reaching there, she ran her tongue around the clit, then opened her mouth and sucked it in. The older woman's back arched with pleasure (just like yours does when I suck you that way). Her body shook with pleasure. But she never let up her sucking of her lover's cock.

Then the young woman stopped, rose, and moved to "our" side of the bed. She got onto the bed at the woman's left side, looked for a moment, then lowered herself, rolled on her back, bent and separated her legs to give herself leverage, and slid underneath the older woman's torso. Her pussy was now clearly visible to us, engorged and glistening wet. She lifted her head ever so slightly, and gently kissed the nipple hanging down in front of her face, then sucked the entire boob into her mouth. 

The older woman dropped herself down slightly, allowing the young woman greater access. The young woman sucked greedily, running her tongue over the nipple, flicking it as she did. It grew even harder in her mouth. With her right hand she reached overhead and took hold of the older woman's right boob, squeezed it, rolled the nipple between her fingers, tugged. The older woman responded, clearly delighted.

I smiled at the sight. I loved the look of your boob hanging down, loved taking it in my mouth. Why wouldn't I enjoy it when I saw it happening with another woman? I must have moaned with pleasure, as you said "I gather you like what you see!" 

I chuckled. "Oh yeah!" I dipped my fingers into your cunt, felt you stiffen, cry out. You squeezed my cock, stroked it. We continued to watch, our breath now coming in short gasps.

The younger woman's left hand slid down the older woman's torso, to where her fingers began to play with the older woman's clit, touching it, flicking it, squeezing it gently.

At this, the older woman raised herself slightly, then moved her left hand and arm, and took hold of the younger woman's full, firm boob, squeezed the nipple between her fingers, then squeezed the whole boob, hard. She moved from one boob to the other, fondling, squeezing, tugging. Throughout, she continued to lick and suck her man's cock.

Then she let go, and reached down to the young woman's pussy. Cupping it, she pressed down on it suddenly, hard, then at the very same moment curled two fingers and plunged them into the young woman's cunt!

The reaction was instantaneous, the young woman opening her mouth in a cry, her back arching, her body going into orgasm. 

Then, as suddenly as the young woman had appeared, her young partner appeared. His cock was fully erect, standing straight out. He stepped forward, lined himself up and, without so much as a moment's wait, filled the older woman's cunt with one powerful thrust. His cock plunged into her, withdrew, plunged in again. The young man held the older woman's hips as he pounded her. 

We could see her cheeks fill out with each stroke as he forced the breath from her. Her head moved up and down on her lover's cock, her lover's eyes now wide open as he watched the two women move together, the young many plundering the older woman. 

The older man's cock grew harder at the sight of it all. Clearly he could see that his lover, his woman, was enjoying every second of this wholly unexpected happening, and he reveled in her pleasure.

It took a moment or two, a thrust or two, for the older woman to recover her stability. Then her body began what I could only describe as a graceful rocking, moving forward with each thrust of the young man, taking her lover's cock fully into her mouth. Then, as the young man pulled back, her body would rock back toward him, not letting him go, reaching out in anticipation of the next thrust.

As we watched the younger man plunder the older woman's cunt, I heard you moan. "Mmmm", you said. "That's beautiful!" You stroked my cock more strongly now, gripping me harder. I continued to play with your cunt, your boobs, finger-fucking you, squeezing and tugging your boobs as we watched, mesmerized.

I watched the young woman sucking the older woman's boob. She tried following the swing of it as the young man plunged into the older woman's cunt, but it was in vain. With each thrust, the boob stretched, then pulled free of the sucking mouth, and swung forward, then swing back as the woman swung her hips and arse back to the pounding, plundering cock. Each time the young woman would recapture it, and once again suck as though her life depended on it.

You turned your head to look at me, saw the direction I was looking. "You love that, don't you?" you said quietly to me, never taking your eyes off the four of them. 

"Yes" I said, equally quietly, and equally absorbed.

The older man could see the look on the young man's face, could see he wouldn't hold out much longer. We saw him smile.

From the look on his lover's face, he could see she, too, was approaching a massive orgasm as her cunt was plundered, her boobs were sucked and tugged, her fingers were fucking the young woman's cunt, and her mouth continued to lick and suck his cock.

Then he saw his lover and the young man reach their climax together. The young man's mouth opened in a cry, he stiffened, his cock pumping furiously, his hands holding the older woman's hips as he emptied himself into her cunt. The older woman's back went into a concave spasm (just like yours does, my darling, when I manage to fuck you to orgasm), her mouth still full of his cock, her hands squeezing his balls. 

That was all it took. Whether he cried out a warning, or whether she sensed he was going to cum, we couldn't know, but her mouth pulled back, her left hand suddenly withdrew from the younger woman's cunt, and returned to her lover's cock, there to cover it as he exploded. The young woman below was still sucking her boob like life itself depended on it, and the young man behind her was now pressing down on her, spent. 

As the older woman sagged down, the young woman slid out from under her, moved up alongside the two of them, and lay there. The young man, exhausted now, slid off and joined his girlfriend at their side.

The older man, reached down, took hold of his lover's shoulders' pulled her up to him. He kissed her lips, parted them with her tongue. They snuggled together, her lying on top of him, both giving a look of deepest satisfaction. Their eyes closed, and they drifted off to sleep.

The young couple at their side gently caressed each other.

Then the young woman rolled over slightly, facing us, so her lover could spoon with her. As she did, her eyes clearly spotted something. She looked intently, then turned back to her lover. He rose, looked, looked down at her, smiled. His lips moved as he said something to her. Together, they rose from the bed and headed for the bedroom door, leaving the older couple asleep on the bed, and picking up their housecoats as they went.

A minute later, there was a knock on our door....

And Then There Were 6



"And I'd like you to welcome our newest member - Lucy. Lucy?"

I stood to take the muted applause from the 5 other girls. Looking round, they didn't seem the type. But then what was "the type"? Christine whom I had known since I was 10. Anna, who was in the year above me and preparing to go to university. The chairwoman, Penny - quite honestly the most "untype" you could ever meet. A girl I had never met, but who definitely looked the type. And of course Sue, the founder of the club and the one who had been the centre of all those rumours last year. Rumours which, it now seemed, might be true.

Chris had invited me along after we had got drunk one night and she had admitted during a game of Truth or Dare that she was beginning to get weird feelings about her dad. That sometimes she imagined him on top of her (her pillow played the role) and that she had fingered herself to orgasm on numerous occasions, whilst thinking about him.

My response had been surprising, even to me. It didn't shock me. In fact it kind of excited me. Christine's dad was a looker. He had been in a band or something in the 70s and had a kind of rebellious air about him. She had always been the first to try new stuff - cigarettes, drink, ecstasy. And now this. Not that she'd actually done anything. This was a fantasy that would never be realised...

This society had been set up with all the secrecy and membership paraphernalia of the freemasons. One morning Chris had mentioned that I might like to come along. I was curious of course, and that lunchtime found myself in the basement under the games room. This was where they stored all the sports equipment for the school. At the far end there was a disused office. Invisible from the main room due to the mountain of goalposts, netball posts, rubber mats and hockey sticks piled up, it was an ideal location for a secret meeting. Furthermore Anna was the keyholder, having secured a temporary post as "equipment monitor".

The girls looked at me with a strange combination of lust and wariness. Anna spoke again:

"Lucy, as you probably know, DILDO is the secretest of secret societies. We need to be confident that you will never reveal our existence to anyone outside of this room"

I laughed nervously. Jesus what were they like?

"DILDO?"

"Daughters In Love with their Daddies"

"Ah...what's the O for?"

They all smiled. An in joke no doubt...

"And to that end you must perform 2 tasks in order to be accepted as a member"

I looked at Christine. Bitch had never mentioned anything about tasks. I thought we were just going to drink Pernod and talk about what we'd like to do to our dads.

"You can of course leave right now, but we would ask you respect our privacy and keep the location of our meetings to yourself"

I looked round at the faces. They were completely earnest. This was obviously quite important to them. Christine seemed to be urging me to accept. And for her I agreed.

"Good then. Your first task secures our trust. You must masturbate yourself to orgasm in front of us. Right here. Right now. We will photograph you"

"FUCK OFF!"

Now I knew it was a joke. I searched the faces for some trace of humour. Some sign that this was all a set up.

"Lucy...", it was Christine speaking. "We all did it"

"Oh yeah right"

Anna reached inside a drawer and pulled out several photographs. She tossed 3 over to me. They were pictures of Christine, finger immersed in her drenched pussy, clearly enjoying herself.

"It's the only way we know we can trust you Luce", she pleaded, "imagine if these got out. We all have copies of everyone else's".

I looked through the other pictures of the girls in their school uniforms. Penny...vibrator thrust inside her, Sue, wide open and loving the attention, Anna being tongued by the girl I'd never met. These pictures were hotter than anything I'd ever seen. I imagined myself, sitting on the couch while they watched. It didn't seem so bad. I was aware of juice running down my leg and I was beginning to lose any sense of inhibition.

"OK", I heard a distant tiny voice say, barely recognising it as my own.

I plonked myself in the middle of the sofa, not quite sure how to start. I let my legs fall open and started caressing my bare thighs self consciously, eyes closed, thinking beautiful thoughts. In the distance I heard the faint rumbling sounds of school life. Shouting, running, screeching, fighting. To think that all that was happening just a few feet above our heads. And here was I in this musty office, stroking my thighs and exposing my panties to these strange girls. The light was quite low in this secret room and the memories of the photographs were still sharp in my mind. 

I was beginning to feel more comfortable as I hitched my skirt up, easing my hands up my legs and resting them in my lap, my white panties now moist with anticipation. I traced the lips of my vagina through the material aware that my clit was almost bursting through. Why was this turning me on so much? I could smell my scent clinging to the dusty atmosphere, and I was aware of an occasional low moan from one of my voyeurs. 

I had half a mind to finger myself through my panties - I mean there was nothing in the rules that said ..., but suddenly I knew I just had to get my cunt out. 

God what was I doing? Easing my knickers down my legs, eyes still tightly shut, I opened myself wide, my juices dripping onto the sofa. I heard the click of the Polaroid and opened my eyes. Penny was perched on the edge of the table, camera lens glinting down at me. Glancing round I saw the other girls willing me on. The girl I had never met had her hand down her panties as she watched me lustfully. I blushed bright red as I made a mental note to get to know her.

My exposed clit was completely soaked in silky juice as I rubbed it gently. The familiar feelings were beginning to overpower me, the tingling sensation giving way to an overwhelming urge to pee. Except it was different. More intense. The sensation became almost unbearable as I frigged my tight shaved cunt in front of the 5 girls. Part of me wanted to run away, to flee the scene and finish in private. But the other part of me, the part that oozed my mouth with lust fluids, wanted to cum like a rocket, to explode in their faces. I realised I was moaning, whimpering, as I rubbed myself with increasing intensity and fervour. The pitch of my moans rose until I was almost screaming with every gasping breath, my fingers frantically milking my hole, my cunt wide open and dripping. I heard another camera click and I wanted it. I wanted her to capture the moment as I erupted, my face contorted in ecstasy, my lips throbbing, my clit pulsating and raw, my cunt leaking cum. Oh yes! Daddy! Fuck your slut daughter. FUCK ME!

They all surrounded me and hugged me and kissed my flushed cheeks. The girl I'd never met slipped her face between my legs and took a mouthful of cum before being dragged off by a protective Christine.

"Wow Lucy! Hot"

The others concurred. I was a hit it seemed. Barely able to stand I pulled my knickers up. The girl I'd never met was staring unashamedly at my glistening wet vagina. Those eyes! That mouth! She looked like the horniest bitch I had ever seen.

"I think I speak for all of us in welcoming Lucy as a provisional member"

"Hear Hear!" they concurred as the snapshots were handed round.

"So Lucy, do you want in?"

I giggled diffidently.

"There is of course the small matter of the 2nd task"

I swallowed hard. Nothing could be worse than that though surely?

"To gain full access to the club, with all the benefits that confers, you must provide a photograph, taken by yourself, of your daddy's fully erect cock. Cum will earn you extra points..."

"Mmmmmmmm..", they all moaned simultaneously like Homer Simpson, "...daddy cum. ggggrhll"

The rest of the meeting was spent listening to various tales, some of which were undoubtedly fabrications, of teasing and "close encounters". Anna told us fondly how her father had become a house husband due to her mother's illness, and how she enjoyed making him squirm by leaving her worn panties on her bedroom floor, so that he was forced to pick them up and sift through them. And how she made sure that they always bore the unmistakable aroma of her cum.

Christine was a bit tongue tied in my presence, but she did eventually admit that she had recently masturbated in the bathroom, making sure her daddy could hear her moans...

So basically that's what they did in this club. They invented more and more ingenious ways to get their fathers to notice them as women. Their reward? Out of this world orgasms, unexpected presents, and an unprecedented degree of attentiveness from their fathers. 

I wanted IN.

Part 2.

"They liked you" said Christine as we walked home later that afternoon. I'd been unable to concentrate much on the lessons, partly because of the sticky warmth in my knickers, partly because of my 2nd task. It had seemed quite straightforward when Penny had said it. All I had to do was get him drunk, unzip him, and snap, 'Bob's yer Uncle'. Hmm. Except he wouldn't be stiff. And he wouldn't just let me, no matter how drunk. And... and...

"You can always get Amy to help you. That's what I did"

"Amy?"

"The...nympho. She took quite a shine to you"

"Ah that's her name. Amy. What's her story?"

"Don't know really. She says her Dad has magic fingers or something...she's a bit full on. She's moving soon, mum died apparently."

"Shame. How did she help you?"

"My Dad fucked her and I took a secret photo"

"Er, excUSE me?". 

I stopped in my tracks. There were so many questions I had to ask: How? When? Why hadn't she mentioned this? 

As Christine fielded my questions there was one thing I knew for sure: whatever Amy's talents, there was no way my father would have anything to do with her. No, I had to do this thing alone. I just needed a plan...

Timing wise things couldn't have been better. My mother is a nurse and she was working nights for the next 3 weeks. This meant I had an unusually large amount of quality time with Daddy. I sat at my homework desk in the attic and made copious notes and sketches. If this had been a history assignment I would have got an A for effort for sure. But after an hour I realised it was hopeless. I didn't know anything about men, let alone this particular one. The one who had raised me so well, who'd encouraged me at school and with my dancing. The man who'd - wait! Dancing...

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"What on earth are you doing? Put that chair down you silly girl"

I reluctantly replaced my artificial dance partner back with his 3 chums round the dining table and clicked off the cheesy "Songs For Lovers" from the stereo.

He laughed apologetically, clearly slightly ashamed he had admonished me so.

"I'm just practising smooching", I lied. "For the end of term ball".

"Hmm, your partner seems a bit wooden. And look at his bowed legs. He looks like he has 4 left feet, and as for -"

"Yes yes, it's OK daddy I get the joke!"

"You do? Then my work here is done".

"You could help me? I don't want to look like an ostrich out there"

"Ooh no."

"But WHY?". I summoned up my best 'it's not fair' tantrum face.

"Hmm let me see...ah yes that's right. Because I don't want to. And by the way, that face hasn't worked since you were 8"

"I'll make you dinner. Juicy fillet steak. Medium rare. Perhaps with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Fffftttt" 

"Chips? Tomato sauce?"

"Yuk. Um, whatever..."

"Deal"

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"You see, smooching is all about empathy - you each follow and lead at the same time until both partners know almost instinctively what feels right for the other"

This was probably the longest sentence my father had ever said to me. Clearly my meal, and maybe the 3 glasses of wine, had loosened him up a bit.

"That way there are no jarring surprises or stepping on toes - are you sure that's what you'll be wearing to the ball? It doesn't look very formal"

After dinner I had changed into the most girlie thing I had - a dark blue flouncy summer skirt with big white polkadots. It came to about mid thigh, but swished beautifully when I turned, or even when I just took a few steps. I didn't often wear it in public since Christine had informed me that it was going to be impossible to keep my knickers from showing as it bounced so lightly when I walked. 

I had deliberated long and hard about the top. I didn't want to look too slutty and obvious, but at the same time it was important that he got a good look at my figure. In the end I'd opted for a soft white cotton off the shoulder crop top which showed just enough cleavage and of course my tummy piercing. I experimented a little in the mirror; when I stretched to full height the top rode up to expose the underside of my bare breasts. Too much? Hmm, well would I need to stretch anyway? And I liked the way the material clung to my large breasts and then draped freely

Then I'd slipped on my white thong, the feel of which always turned me on. Before going downstairs for my dance lesson I'd looked in the mirror again and hitched up the skirt. I couldn't resist touching myself through the sheer fabric, already moist....maybe just a quick...NO. I must resist. Although a few dabs of my scent behind the ears won't do any harm. I presumed my erect nipples would subside by the time I got back downstairs...

"It's modern day formal"

Who knows what that was supposed to mean? No matter, he let it pass. 

"I don't really understand...empathy?"

"OK, stand up, let me show you. Give me your hands"

As I felt his strong hands encase mine I knew I had embarked on a journey from which there was no turning back. Daddy had never been a tactile person - like so many men he was happier to cram his emotions and sensitivity inside until they cracked him open or drove him insane. His hands were softer than I imagined they'd be, but they were the hands of a man you could trust.

"Now just try to feel where my hands lead...and don't resist, go with it"

A little self consciously I tried to comply. As we held hands at arms length he slowly moved them in all directions like a mime artist. Gradually I caught on, the key was not to resist or try to predict the path but simply to allow myself to be led. Occasionally I too found myself leading him in a circular motion, or forming a little archway with our arms. For a few seconds I found myself on my knees and felt his gaze burning into my cleavage.

"Good" he muttered. "Now try it with some music"

Dusk was easing in and the room became dimmer, the old log fire affording the only source of light as we continued our empathy exercises. The music had added a texture that was hard to define...almost as though it too was somehow leading and being led. Slowly, inexorably we moved in closer, our hands still playing out the charade. And suddenly I was in his arms, he in mine. It wasn't much....but it sent pulses of excitement through me. To feel him at last against me, his arms round my waist, his cheek brushing mine as we slow danced. 

Unsure of his feelings I concentrated hard on continuing the exercise, making sure that where his body led, mine followed. The movements were smaller now, his hips were swaying gently in perfect time to the slow music and I felt myself melting into his embrace, my head resting on his shoulder, my arms wrapped loosely round his taut body. I was ready to go wherever he led me.

In this cauldron I became sensitive to the slightest changes. His breathing had become quicker and I could feel his heart pounding like a toffee hammer. What thoughts were going through his mind? What did he want of me, his girl? In a gentle, seemingly casual movement he moved his hand to the small of my back. The feel of his touch on my bare skin made me tingle, but I knew I must on no account break this mood. The sensation of holding his daughter, of touching her body was affecting him also. It was an almost imperceptible nudge, but I felt it all right. How could I not? Our hips had been a whisper apart but now he was pulling me to him and I felt his growing erection through the flimsy fabric of my skirt. Still we danced, the atmosphere charged, our bodies hardly daring to move lest the other should break out of the spell.

I felt his fingers gently circling my back, under my top - a small sigh greeting the discovery that there was no bra, his hand nervously venturing every now and then to my waist, my hips, back up to my shoulders, my neck- his touch always tentative as though anticipating the inevitable knock back. His other hand had dropped so that it perched on the waist band at the back of my skirt, enabling him to draw me into him.

If there had been any doubt before, it now vanished. His erection was throbbing urgently against the top of my leg. Somehow I knew it was my turn to take the lead for a while. Coaxing his torso ever so gently he yielded to me until the pulsing rock rested between my legs. He sighed as I kissed his neck like a butterfly, my heaving breasts flattening slightly against his chest.

His hand had moved down even further, daring to caress my bottom through the thin skirt, tracing the line of my sheer thong between my cheeks. I felt my lips moisten as his other hand spread a little further up the side of my body until the knuckle of his thumb rested tantalisingly close to my naked breast.

This seemed to be the moment of truth. And I was powerless to resist. Again taking the lead I slid my body ever so slightly to the left. As though part of the same symbiotic movement he let his hand move upwards. And there it was! My father was fondling my soft young breast, his thumb grazing my pert hard nipple. His touch was the touch of an experienced man. Nothing like the frantic clutching of the boys I had, very rarely, granted access. 

Neither of us seemed to be breathing. It was as though he too was making a decision. After all he could have easily broken free at that moment and apologised for the mistake....

Except....

His other hand had somehow meandered up the side of my bare legs inside my skirt. How did he want me to respond? Wasn't this after all why I had dressed this way? Wasn't this precisely what I had wanted? I licked his neck and ear in what I hoped was a sign of encouragement. I felt his hand waver slightly..hesitating, so I moved my feet apart. By now the dance was just a thin veneer of propriety, a masquerade. I shuddered as I felt his fingers whisper across the front of my thong, barely a breath from my eager clitoris. Now he was tracing the line of the thong, slowly oh so slowly descending towards my inner thighs. And at last I felt his hand rest between my legs, cupping the soaked material, his middle finger stroking back and forth. I whimpered as he eased his finger, and finally his hand, inside the flimsy material, my wet shaved cunt his. All his - 

TRING TRRING!

TRING TRRING!

Like a soap bubble evaporating in the air, so too our moment popped. It was mum on the phone of course, making sure he'd eaten.

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It was surprisingly easy to set up the camera. In these old houses there were plenty of nooks and crannies so I fastened my small golf ball web cam to the high rafters in his bedroom with masking tape. I'd long ago rejected the idea of a single photograph. I wanted to capture every delicious moment on film. Setting the timer I clambered down and lay on his bed. Even I couldn't see the camera, and I knew it was there. 

I rushed back up to the attic to view my recording. A few minor adjustments and some zooming and I was all set. I played back the recording again in slow motion. Daddy had gone to the pub soon after his phone call and I hadn't yet changed. Such a pretty skirt...




And Then There Were 6



It all felt like a dream...another 5 minutes and, well, who knows? His touch on my lips had been exquisite. I had already masturbated 3 times just imagining how far we would have gone. Over and over again I had stroked my thighs as he had done, brushed my hands against my mound as he had done, before easing my fingers under the material, just as he had done. Mmmmmmmmm. 

He hadn't spoken of the incident. What have we done to our men that they are so taciturn? I'd wanted to reassure him. To assuage his guilt.

I heard the key in the door at 11:00. My father was not a heavy drinker and didn't particularly enjoy company. I sat in the attic and waited. In a way this felt like a worse sin than the one we had committed earlier. But I had to go through with this now. If nothing else I needed desperately to talk through my feelings with the like minded girls in the group, and I wanted to bring something to the table so to speak. 

He laid on the bed totally naked. Not a perfect specimen. But a good one. The lighting was sufficient to give me a good image on the monitor as I prepared the recording. His big cock was already up and there were traces of precum on the shiny tip. How I wanted to lick it for him, that cock which had felt so utterly horny against my body. He massaged his balls with one hand and manipulated his foreskin with the other with an easy touch between forefinger and thumb. By now my thong was off and I opened my legs, imagining he could see me. I determined to come with him, just as I so nearly had earlier. The cunt he had touched only a few hours ago- how the thought made me leak - so open and available, if he only knew.

He seemed preoccupied with his fingers, continually sniffing them. Until it dawned on me that they still had my scent on them. Oh Daddy! He was reliving the moment. All at once his thick hard cock seemed to take on an imposing rigidity, his fingers barely moving, almost vibrating in exactly the right spot. And then. Suddenly. With a powerful gush he shot his thick creamy cum at least 18 inches in the air. His face contorted as he milked the fluid from his throbbing shaft all over his body...."I'm so sorry", he moaned in the throes of ecstasy..."Please forgive me".

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Amy gasped and cried out as she orgasmed for the 2nd time. The other girls were clearly moved by the film, Christine was actually crying.

I was in.



And Then There Were Four



M's story:

Perhaps I should begin by giving some background. W and I were friends years ago. We got on really well, and totally enjoyed our time together. We kissed, necked, petted a fair bit, but never went all the way. Oh, I played with and sucked her boobs, and she played with and sucked my cock (never a full blowjob), but we never went beyond that. Then we each went our separate ways, and had no contact with each other for years.

That all changed in a chance google search. Suddenly we were back in contact with each other, from where we lived on separate continents on opposite sides of the world. Through a strange series of coincidences, all in place before contact was made, we ended up in the same country, seeing each other, and discovering that our friendship from years ago suddenly blossomed into something much, much more. While we had each made life decisions that prevented us being together more than maybe a few days every couple of years, we found ourselves sharing life together, talking about what was happening with each of us, walking together through thick times and thin. You know, the kinds of things couples do together, even though we weren't 'a couple'. It's that whole thing, though, that has made our few times together magic. We've walked and talked, got caught up on the important things in life, shared what's been happening. And yes, we've had times of joyous passion, with lots of wonderful sex.

Both of us have had this awareness of an exhibitionist and voyeuristic streak in us. I've referred to it as 'invisible exhibitionism', the kind of thing that is almost exhibitionist, but with the safety that you will never really be 'caught'. We've watched the occasional porn movie together, but frankly, nothing we've seen has caused us much interest. What's been better for us both is setting my videocam on a tripod while we're making love, and then watching that. It's strange how exciting that's been! Those have been times of sexy passion -- and yes, some real laughter, too, as we've seen what we look like in this or that position!

Anyway, that's the background.

One day, in one of our times when we had a couple of days together, the last time together having been a year earlier, we were walking along a secluded beach, chatting about this and that, about W getting her house ready to sell, about me changing my job and what I would do next, etc. We came to a quiet, out-of-the-way spot and decided to lay down on the grass for a cuddle. We chose a place behind a log and next to some trees, away from prying eyes. There was an apartment building about 75 feet away, but the trees and undergrowth hid all but the end 10 feet or so. That part was a balcony on each floor, but the glass doors to those balconies were further away, with us completely hidden from anyone who might be looking out.

We lay down together, and began to stroke each other gently. We weren't in any rush. We had all the time in the world, and could enjoy the simple presence, smell, and touch of each other.

We continued to chat as we touched, kissed, caressed. Slowly, bit by bit, we explored each other, touching here, undoing a bit of clothing there, sliding a hand in elsewhere. As I say, there was no rush. We enjoyed the touch, feel, sight of each other. 

Of course, no matter how slowly you may go, if you continue undressing each other then before long you will both be naked. And, naturally enough, that's what happened. Now, I think W has a beautiful body. She has small but perky boobs, with lovely nipples. They're just a delightful handful, or mouthful, whichever you prefer. I find them 'eminently suckable', and as W knows, I take great pleasure in kissing, licking, and sucking them. Or squeezing them, something she enjoys too. And, occasionally, I like fucking them, having her squeeze them around my cock as I slide in and out of that lovely valley, pressing up toward her mouth where she can reach out with her tongue, kiss and lick. 

She has a lovely pussy too, one I totally enjoy touching, kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking. In fact, it's given us both a lot of pleasure, as I love eating her as much as she loves being eaten. And she LOVES being eaten! She loves long, slow licks, time spent from her arsehole to her clit, and plenty of time lavished there. She loves it, too, when I 'sing' into her cunt. She tells me it sets off vibrations throughout her body, and she just cums and cums, legs alternating between spreading wide to take more of me in, and squeezing tight, wrapping around my head as waves of orgasm wash over her. Nice!

Happily enough for both of us, she also loves the texture and taste of my cock, so she'll also spend time sliding down on me, taking me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my cock, sucking it. And, of course, she as much as me loves fucking, having my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, sliding in and out, pounding her, until we explode. It doesn't matter to us whether I'm on top, behind, or underneath her. What's important is the feel of being loved, powerfully and sexually, and all that means.

Anyway, we had progressed through various stages (and these vary with our times together). I had taken great pleasure in her boobs, kissing them, licking and sucking them, squeezing them. She had equally taken time to enjoy the touch and taste of my cock, occasionally licking and sucking, then chatting a bit, then returning to kissing, licking and sucking. And, we had both enjoyed (and I do mean enjoyed) my spending time with my face between her legs, eating her to multiple orgasms and getting my face gloriously soaked in the process. God she's wonderful!

I was about to mount her so we could together enjoy a good fuck when she said to me "I'd like to be on top." I enjoy the feel of her riding me, so was happy to oblige. I rolled over on my back, and she straddled me, sliding herself down onto my cock.

Again, we were in no rush. It was enough to enjoy a gentle fuck, her hips moving slowly on me, my cock sliding up and down, in and out of her. We both knew, of course, that it wouldn't be long before passions would overwhelm us and we would both be thrusting, pounding, ramming and slamming as hard as we could, moving toward an orgasmic tsunami. But for now, slow and easy did the trick.

I was lying there on my back, running my hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her as she rode me, fucked me. I was looking up at her, seeing the happy lustful look in her eyes, the gentle smile on her lips, and thinking how lucky I was to have this beautiful woman here with me, loving me, riding me, enjoying me as much as I was enjoying her.

And then it happened!

W

Like always, I had been totally enjoying our time together. I loved our times of chatting, of keeping each other informed of what was happening in our lives, of talking through this issue or that. And like M, I loved our times of lovemaking, whether that was having a walk on the beach, sitting together over dinner, enjoying gentle sex together, or a wild and raw, no-holds-barred session of kissing, licking, sucking and fucking. Then, second verse, same as the first!

I love the look and feel of his body, and especially when it's close to mine. I love falling asleep in his arms, sometimes waking to find he's moved down under the sheets and is gently licking my cunt, sucking my clit. That's a wonderful way to wake up! Equally, I love reaching out to him while he's asleep, beginning to gently play with his cock and balls, feel his cock slowly harden in my hand. I love the feel as it responds to me. It's not meant to bring him to fuck me, though I know that often happens. It's just meant to be enjoyed, by him and by me.

I know, too, that he loves kissing and sucking my boobs, enjoying them, pleasuring them and taking pleasure from them. And his doing so gives me so much pleasure, too. He's often expressed concern that his squeezing them as hard as he does might cause me pain. For some strange reason it doesn't. Maybe because he somehow always knows how much I can take, and never pushes beyond that. I love it, too, the way he will take a nipple in his lips, then gently but definitely suck on it, pulling back as he does. He pulls with his lips until my boobs can't go any further, and pull out of his grasp, plopping back to my chest. And sometimes, when he's really into it, his mouth tries to suck my whole boob inside, licking as he does. Wonderful!

Equally, I enjoy the look and feel and texture of his balls, love sucking them into my mouth, one at a time, pulling back and gently letting them slip out of my mouth. I love his cock, kissing it, licking it, running my tongue over it, gently pumping it. I love its taste, its texture in my mouth. Sometimes, when we're starting into lovemaking, it's as though I want simply to suck him totally inside, moving my mouth up and down on it, but keeping him there forever.

But it's what he does with my cunt that totally turns me on! What can I say? I love it when he runs his hands down my stomach, over my pussy and down my legs, then returns. Or when he slides his hands between my legs, pressing against my pubic mound, then sliding one or more fingers into me, finger-fucking me, gently then powerfully. Or using his tongue to lick gently over my cuntlips, sometimes from my arsehole all the way to my clit (God that turns me on!), plunging his tongue into my cunt, fucking me with it, licking my clit and sucking it between his lips. (In those times, I love that way he has of humming into my cunt, 'singing' into my body as it were. His voice, deep and strong, echoes through my whole body.) In times like that, I never know what I want to do more, whether to open my legs wide to give him more and deeper access, or to wrap my legs around his head, press him deeper into me as though I want him completely inside, eating and licking and sucking. I guess I do both, alternating as sensation after sensation courses through me. I love sitting on his face, being somewhat in control of how my cunt presses against it, my clit against his nose or his forehead as he licks me, eats me to orgasm after orgasm. 

And then, when we do fuck, when he plunges himself into me, ball-deep, and I wrap my legs around him, it's as though we're totally one, lost in the moment, fucking and being fucked, and God alone knows where one ends and the other begins. Slow or fast, gently or powerfully (and he seems to know what I need at different times, and gives it to me accordingly. And gives it to me. And gives it to me! Oh God!)

When we've finished, I love the way we curl up with each other, side by side, him on my back, arms wrapped around me, and we drift off to sleep. All of it, from the walking and talking, to the slumber of satiated sexuality, combine in one period of bliss.

It was no surprise, then, that we found ourselves alone on this secluded beach, touching, kissing, undressing each other. It was equally no surprise when our gentle lovemaking developed into something more, a desire to join together physically as well. I love when he rides me, fucks me, thoroughly controls and dominates me while being completely aware of, and responding to, my needs. But I equally love mounting him, riding him, feeling his body's needs and delights and responding to, providing them. And so this day I suggested I get on top, something he was happy to have me do. After all, last night he had thoroughly exhausted himself pounding me into blissful oblivion. Today I could do the work!

He rolled onto his back and I mounted him, positioned myself above his cock, and slid down onto him. There's something magical about that first moment of penetration, of feeling his cock slide deep, deep into my cunt. It's a feeling that goes right through me, invigorates me.

I was riding him, sliding up and down on his cock, delighting in the wonderful feel of it as it probed me, filled me. I used my cunt muscles to milk him as I did, knowing how much he loves that. And, to be honest, so do I! I looked down at his face, saw the pleasure written there as we fucked together, his hands roaming my body, giving me as much pleasure as it did him.

It was then that a movement caught the corner of my eye. 

M

Suddenly, as W was rising up on my cock, her face moved up slightly. Her eyes focused on something in the direction of the apartment building and she froze, as though suspended. For what seemed an eternity she hung there, not moving. I tried looking in the same direction but, flat on my back and behind the log, I could see nothing except the top floor or two of the apartment, and there was nothing there. I was too far into our love-making, too wrapped up in the pleasure of our fucking, to make any kind of move. I could only wait for her next move to let me know what to do.

I have no idea how much time passed. It felt like an eternity but was likely only a few seconds. I suddenly heard a small gasp from W, a pause, then another. Then she breathed out, a short but loud breath, and plunged down on my cock again. She didn't stop there, though, didn't try to hide. Instead, her mind seemed to be made up. She rose again, plunged again, harder now, Not as hard as we had enjoyed in the past in the heights of our passion, but with a deliberateness that was powerful, exciting.

Her eyes, meanwhile, didn't return to me, but remained focused on whatever it was she was seeing. She gripped my shoulders, steadying herself, but her rising up and her ramming down never stopped, never even slowed.

I ran my hands over her body, then held her hips, steadying her in her movements, letting her rise up, then pulling her down hard as she plunged down. I looked up at her face, now rapt in attention on whatever was happening. My eyes moved down to her boobs, rising and falling, bouncing slightly as she rose and fell. I loved the look of their movement! I longed to reach out, to grasp, to squeeze, to twist slightly, to take their nipples between my fingers, to tug at them. But now was not the time. Instead, I returned my hands to her hips, continuing the wonderful feel of her cunt swallowing my cock, taking it all the way into her warm, wet womb, sucking it, milking it.

Suddenly her breathing deepened, became more pronounced. A few breaths like that, then she gasped, louder now, then stopped for a moment, as though waiting for the next act in a play. There was no sense of fear now, however, only intrigue, anticipation. Her eyes remained focused on the same object, for me still unseen.

"Oh God!" She cried out, softly. "What...?" There was no further question, and seemingly no answer. Then "Ohhh. Oh fuck!" she moaned. Her eyes half closed, but her focus remained fixed. "Oh God. Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh God! Yes!"

Now a torrent broke free within her. She plunged again, rose again, up and down, ramming herself onto my cock. Her boobs began to bounce now from the impact as she impaled herself, again and again, on my cock. Fully into it now, my hands pulled her hips roughly down onto me, my hips thrust upward, meeting her stroke by stroke. Whatever W was seeing, it was having a marvelous effect on her, one I could totally enjoy, and which she was clearly enjoying every bit as much. And I wasn't about to deny either of us the pleasure!

W

My first thought was that it was a bird flying from the underbrush. I looked up, and froze. This was no bird!

There on one of the balconies, only about two floors up, were a couple, standing in bathrobes behind the Perspex of their balcony front. They must have come out of their apartment while we were caught up in our lovemaking, and walked to the end of their balcony where several chairs and a table stood. How long they had stood there I don't know, but likely not long, as they seemed oblivious to our present, caught up in their own enjoyment of each other. I stayed motionless for a moment, mixed feelings in my mind. Did I want them to move away, unaware of our presence? Or did I want them to stay, to discover us, to watch us fuck? I didn't have long to wait before the answer came.

Suddenly the woman looked in my direction, stopped, and said something. The man followed her gaze, and both sets of eyes locked on me. I didn't know what to do. Should I stop, slide off M, and both of us scramble to dress and leave? Should I continue, as though nothing but the two of us existed? I definitely didn't want to stop, but I didn't want our lovemaking to become purely a spectacle either, ourselves simply objects for another's titillation. (Though I know M enjoys a bit of tit-elation with me!)

They gave me my answer. Turning themselves fully toward us (though I doubted they could see M's face, perhaps at most his hips, hands and cock as it slid in and out of me), him standing behind her, arms around her waist, I watched as his left hand slid up and into her robe, fully cupping her right breast. The right side of her robe opened slightly, revealing a bit of her hand-covered boob. I gasped slightly. Then his right hand moved down, pulling her robe open to the right. I gasped again, waited, mesmerized. His hand ran down over her belly, her pussy, onto her leg. It stopped there a moment. My own breathing stopped. What would happen now?

I saw two of his fingers curl, his hand move back up -- his fingers sliding smoothly and easily into her cunt! I saw her head fall back on his shoulder, her hips buck forward into his waiting hand. Her robe fell open, exposing her breasts, her body. My breath exploded from me. Both looked at me as his left hand squeezed and twisted her right tit, his right hand began moving up and down, finger-fucking her waiting and apparently eager cunt.

There was now no holding back. We were in this together, voyeurs and exhibitionists rolled into one. I plunged down onto M, rose and fell, harder now, fucking him, feeling his cock fucking me, seeing and feeling the other man finger-fuck his willing partner.

Then, as suddenly as it had all begun, things changed. The man stopped, removed his hands. I thought it was all over, that they would leave. Instead, his hands went to her shoulders and he slid her robe off her, alive in her naked beauty. And she was beautiful, in a simple, natural kind of way. That was followed by his immediately removing his own robe. All four of us now were naked before each other, seen and known yet distant and unknown.

He turned her to his left side and, left hand on her hip, used his right hand to push her forward, bending her over the back of one of the chairs. She bent forward, hips against the chair, arms outstretched, hands gripping the armrests of the chair. Her breasts, of a similar size to mine, hung down, looking now substantially larger than they had appeared only a moment before. I waited, my breath deepening.

Again, I didn't have long to wait. Positioned now, I saw him use his right hand to take his fully erect and beautiful cock and place it on the top of her waiting arse. I gasped, loudly. Was he going to fuck her arse? Right there in front of us? He was clearly hard enough to push himself fully into her. I had really mixed feelings. I know, from delightful experience, the wonderful feeling of having a finger or thumb slid into my arse while having my cunt tongue-fucked, finger-fucked, or cock-fucked. (It surprised me the first time it happened. I had thought it would be painful, nearly impossible. Yet when M first pressed against my anus that time when my body was humping his hand as I lay face-down on our bed, my arse reaching out for his other hand caressing it each time I pulled back, it was as though it was the most natural thing in the world! There was no pain, just a wonderful feeling of being fully filled. And I remember exploding, cumming forcefully, so much so that, half an hour later, I was suggesting he take some lube, apply it to his finger, and do it again -- which he was happy to do!) But having a cock fuck my arse, filling it, buried balls-deep into it? I wasn't so sure about that, couldn't help thinking it would be painful. I wouldn't want that, and knew M only too well to think he would ever inflict pain on me that way. And so, while part of me wanted to know what it was like, I didn't in any way want her hurt. "Oh God!" I said. "What...?"




And Then There Were Four



I needn't have been worried, and didn't have to wait for the answer. He stopped at her anus only a moment, pressed slightly, then continued the downward journey to her waiting cunt. She must have been as wet as I was, because he slid into her, right to the hilt, in one smooth and easy motion.

Her cunt filled by his cock, she turned her face toward me, locked her eyes on me. As he began to withdraw, then slide back in, I saw her boobs begin to sway in time with his strokes. He stroked out and in, out and in. Meanwhile, I was riding M up and down, up and down. I suddenly realized I was completely connected to what was happening with her. Each time I watched her cunt being filled by his cock, she could see me filling my cunt with M's cock. It was as though she and I had become one, fucking and being fucked together.

"Oh God" I said, "Oh fuck! Fuck!" It was then that he drew back, paused. Then, taking hold of her hips, he thrust himself forward with a force that literally lifted her up on her tiptoes, impaled on his cock. She hung there, suspended, then dropped down as he withdrew. Again he slammed himself forward, and again she was lifted onto her toes. "Oh God!", I said. "Yes!"

I was now fucking M wildly, rising up and slamming down, again and again. All inhibition, all gentleness was gone. In its place was rough, raw, glorious primordial fucking!

Suddenly he reached forward, underneath her, and took hold of her wildly bouncing tits. Squeezing them, he pulled her back onto himself even as he thrust into her, went into that wonderful orgasmic spasm that men experience. Her eyes closed, her mouth fell open, her head rocked back, and I watched as wave after wave or orgasm ripped through her, rocking her.

As if on cue, as if one with the man on the balcony whom he couldn't see, M raised his hands from my hips, gripped my boobs, my nipples between his fingers and, squeezing, tugged on them, pulling me down hard onto him. My eyes, too, closed, I straightened up and my head fell back, a multiple tsunami of orgasms rocking out from my fiercely clenched cunt to every extremity of my body, even as I felt M erupt inside me, filling me with a torrent of his cum.

I collapsed on top of M, half crying, half laughing. We lay there for a while, coming down from our heights of passion.

"What happened?" he asked. "We were watched, by a couple who were doing just what we did." M asked me to show him where they were.

I rose up slightly, looked, and found the space empty. Together we rolled over to where we could see the glass doors of the balcony. All that remained was a corner of the curtain caught between the door and the frame.



And Then There Were Three



The day had swept by in a flurry of anticipation. Barbara had been worrying about what was going to happen when she finally met her friend from the net, John. They had been messaging and emailing one another for over a year but because of commitments on both sides they had never had the chance to meet. That night was going to change all that.

Barbara had been single for almost 3 years and she had bypassed any chance of loneliness by throwing herself into her two jobs as a swimming instructor for the health department and also her part time work in a charity shop. Her daughters marital problems had also taken up a percentage of her time. The internet had been her one release valve away from the pressures of life.

In her late forties and still fit, partly because of her main job she sometimes wondered why more men hadn't made a pass at her. Some had of course, but none that lit up her eyes. She had spoken to quite a few men online but was disillusioned because most turned out to be pathological liars or quite frankly lacking in the brains department. John had been different because although he wasn't someone she would instantly look at twice he did have a persuasive talent with his chat. She had confessed more to him than she would even talk about with her daughter.

Five foot six inches tall with short blonde hair she carried herself with a self confidence that hid a lot of her anxieties. Her pale blue eyes shine with confidence even when she was shivering with uncertainty inside.

After thinking it over for over a month she finally succumbed to John's suggestion of a meet. His winning line had been that he would have something very special for her. He promised her that if she didn't like he would immediately pay for a taxi to take her all the way home to Watford from where they were meeting in Park Lane.

As John had told her she had a small bag with a complete change of clothes with her although she still wasn't sure of the reasoning behind this request. Her walk from Green Park towards the Hilton slowed as she approached. The meeting had been set for 7pm in the Executive bar immediately on the right as you enter through the reception. With a final intake of breath she made her way into the bar.

She recognised John straight away, sitting at a table to her right. He seemed to have sunken into a lavish leather sofa. His smile immediately put her mind at ease. As he stood up he spoke in a quiet, confident way.

"Good evening. Please sit there. What do you want to drink?"

Barbara could sense that he was drinking whisky so she asled for the same. Dutch courage never killed anyone she thought.

When he returned and sat at right angles to her she smiled as they clinked their glasses and had a sip. John took control and led the conversation, which was what Barbara wanted.

"I have booked a table at the Palm Beach in Berkley Square for eight o'clock so you have plenty of time if you want to go to our room and freshen up."

Barbara was a little taken aback by the familiarity that was oozing out of John. True, she already knew that part of the agreement was that they would stay in a room at the Hilton for the night but he seemed so at ease with the situation. How many more times had he done this before?

Barbara soon regained her composure and found that after five minutes in the relaxed atmosphere she had all but forgotten her worries. In seemingly no time she found that they were in the lift heading for their room on the 15th floor. John was carrying her bag and carefully placed it on the bed before offering to leave the room if she wished. Barbara was confident enough to tell him that it was ok! And just sit down for five minutes while she freshened up in the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later they got out of the cab after the very short trip to Berkley Square. The doorman graciously opened both the cab door plus the casino door for her. She wasn't aware of how much John tipped him but she saw a thankful smile.

Inside she was immediately taken by the ambience. John authoritively led her to the bar and pulled a stool out for her to sit on. Without even asking what she wanted he ordered two champagne cocktails. As they were being prepared she playfully asked him if that was the nice surprise he had promised. John had a contented smile as he replied.

"Oh! No. You're lovely surprise should be here in about ten minutes."

Barbara's mind raced as she tried to picture what it could be. If it was being delivered it was probably outside of the casino's treats. Because they would obviously go back to the hotel in a cab she doubted that it was very big, or heavy. John refused to give even the slightest inkling as to what it could be. Barbara 

hadn't got the faintest idea what it could be. Like a schoolgirl awaiting Santa her eyes glistened with anticipation.

Almost on cue a waiter sidled up to their table and called John by his surname. John smiled at Barbara as he stood up and excused himself. In order to disguise her excitement Barbara picked up a menu and appeared as if she was studying it in detail. She never even read what was on it. Then she looked up as John spoke up.

"Barbara, please meet Suzanne."

Startled Barbara turned her head slightly to look at Suzanne. She was completely taken aback by not only her beauty but also that she looked so young. In her mind she imagined that John was playing a sad game by introducing him to his daughter that he hadn't even told her about.

Suzanne smiled politely as she looked at the bemused Barbara. Then with an air of confidence that seemed totally out of place with her youth she spoke as she sat down.

"Barbara, please be reassured that John has not only told me all about you but he has also told me that I am to be your present!"

In the moments silence Barbara gasped. She had talked with John about one of her secret fantasies being to try sharing a girl with a man but he had given her no indication that he would arrange for it to happen. Besides, if John had told Suzanne everything about herself she couldn't imagine a girl as young and beautiful to be interested in fulfilling her fantasy. John took up the conversation in order to make things clear.

"Barbara, let me explain. I first met Suzanne just before we got chatting and during the course of our chats I realised that you two were made for each other. In your own ways. I know it was slightly naughty of me but I did show Suzanne a picture of you and told her about your secret desire." Barbara instantly hoped that he had only told her of this one desire that she had told him. Some of the others did not involve a female. John continued as she broke out into a sweat.

"Suzanne agreed that you are one horny looking woman and when I told her that we would be meeting tonight she asked me to tell her all about it afterwards. Then it dawned on me that maybe if she came along herself she wouldn't need to ask. Voila , I added two and two together and came up with three. You, her and me!"

Barbara was completely lost for words. She was rightly angry that John had shown her picture, innocent though it was, to somebody else but at the same time she was flattered that someone in Suzanne's league would like what she saw. After a few more awkward looks at John she looked Suzanne eye to eye.

The eye contact said it all for her. It was so obvious that what John had said was true. She could see a look of happiness in Suzanne's eyes. She must have something that took Suzanne's fancy.

John broke the silence by handing a menu to Suzanne and recommending the smoked salmon for starters. As they ordered and broke into a little light hearted chat Barbara studied Suzanne. It turned out that she was 19 od Danish parents and an art student in north London. She had long blonde hair and the most beautiful eyes that were light green. Her lips reminded Barbara of Bridget Bardot, they were succulently kissable. When she sat back slightly her breasts were more evident under her white blouse. Not large, not small, perfect in fact.

It was only a matter of twenty minutes or so before she began to ease up and feel less tense. John made it easier by revealing that Suzanne must be wet between the legs because of the way she licked her lips when she saw Barbara. Suzanne's nervous giggle revealed that John knew what he was saying. It felt so strange to be talking in such a frank manner with a man and a girl, especially with other diners less than ten feet away. John obviously revelled in it.

After drinking maybe one more glass of wine than she would normally do Barbara felt so much more at ease. Suzanne, with a little coaxing from John, revealed that she had a fantasy about going the whole hog with a woman since she was about 14 when one of her mother's friends had kissed her on the lips in a greeting. Whether her mother's friend had intended it or not it had worried Suzanne because it had felt so good. She hadn't had the courage to try it, or even talk about it with any of her friends and John was the first person that she had confessed it to. For her part Barbara owned up to first getting the fantasy of being with another woman when she had seen it on one of her ex husband's blue films.

After two hours they were drinking coffee and the end of the meeting was looming. Both Barbara and Suzanne talked less and less for fear of saying the wrong thing about what they were all going to do when they left. Sensing it was the right moment John said what the girls wanted to hear.

"Right, I can see that you two get on so I will just pay the bill now and then I suggest that we go back to the Hilton where I am sure we are all going to have a good time."

Not quite sure what the good time was going to include both girls followed John to the door. Within seconds a black cab pulled up in front of them and John gave the doorman a nice tip for his troubles.

Once at the Hilton John instructed Barbara to take Suzanne to the fifteenth floor while he got their key. As they went up in the lift Barbara felt that she had to speak to Suzanne while they were on their own for the first time.

"I don't know how much John has told you about me but you must know that this is the first time I have even met him."

Suzanne's reply both baffled and excited Barbara.

"Oh! I know that. John told me. But you must understand that this is the first time I have met him with another person. It was because you were coming that he persuaded me to join you. He has told me what we are going to do and I am so looking forward to it, especially as you are even lovelier than in your picture!"

Suzanne would not elaborate what was going to happen other than she was sure that Barbara would love it. Before Barbara could prise more out of her John joined them at the door to their room. He had two bottles of Moet & Chandon in his hands.

Barbara's heart fluttered as he opened the door and ushered them in. To ease the tension Suzanne went in first, followed by John. Barbara dutifully followed. With a big smile on her face Suzanne immediately sat down on the end of the bed. John went over to the fridge and put ne bottle inside. Then almost as if by magic he produced three champagne flute glasses from three separate pockets in his jacket.

"First we should have one drink to celebrate our great fortune in discovering one another. Barbara, please sit next to Suzanne."

Transfixed Barbara did as she was told. As John presented them both with a glass full of champagne he lowered himself on to his knees in front of them. After a sip at his glass he put it on the floor before taking Suzannes left hand and Barbara's right hand and placing them on each others knees.

"Please both close your eyes and as you sip your drinks slowly move your hands up and tenderly feel each others inner thigh. Remember, you must do it slowly."

Barbara could sense that Suzanne wasn't going to move her hand upward until she started with hers. Nervously she inched her fingers up and slid them around to Suzanne's inner leg. Suzanne did the same. Both were afraid to move too fast. Barbara could hear John moving but she didn't open her eyes to see, not because she was afraid of what she might see but because her mind was raging with desire as she could feel the silky smoothness of Suzanne's leg. Also, Suzanne's fingers felt so sensuous as they trickled up her leg. Unconsciously both girls opened their legs further. Barbara didn't need to check that she was wet. She was gushing.

Just as both girls were pushing each others skirts further up John told them to stop and open their eyes. Barbara looked at him with a lost look in her eyes. What would they do from here?

" Right, stand up Suzanne. Barbara I want you to lay back in the centre of the bed. No need to take your shoes or coat off."

Barbara quickly finished the champagne in her glass and handed it to Suzanne. Just lying on the bed Barbara decided to look straight up at the ceiling as she knew that the plan was laid out. She had no idea what was going to happen next.

"Ok! Suzanne do exactly what I do."

With that she felt first her left ankle then her right ankle being gently lifted and moved away from each other. When they had each reached the corner of the bed she felt something being tied around them. She daren't look down. Then the same thing happened to her wrists. This time she looked at John and then at Suzanne and saw that they were tying her wrists to the top two corners of the bed. She had seen a few pictures of women being tied up in this fashion but had never believed it would happen to her. Suzzanne was breathing fast, Barbara even faster.

Once fully tied John and Suzanne walked to the end of the bed and smiled as they looked down on her.

John then reached in his pocket and took out an incredibly small camera and after a little meddling with it he placed it on the top of the fridge pointing in her direction. As if reading her mind he spoke calmly.

"Don't worry Barbara, when we have finished you can take the chip from this so you are one hundred percent certain that you have the one and only copy. Suzanne, for the same purpose I want you to wear this mask...............if you want."

With that he reached into a holdall bag that was on the chair and produced a bright orange mask that would cover most of her eyes and her nose. Sufficient enough to hide her identity. Suzanne seemed to be reluctant as she put it on.

After she had hidden her identity Barbara watched with interest as John produced a large pair of scissors from the same bag. Strangely she never felt in danger in the least. He indicated to Suzanne to stand to one side and watch.

Slowly he stepped forward before leaning over. He reached over with his left hand just below Barbara's left wrist. She watched him closely as he slowly, meticulously started cutting into the sleeve of her black jacket. Inch by inch he scythed up her arm. He stopped momentarily when he got to the breast. Smiling he continued and made his way to her lapel.

The room was silent. Barbara was breathing deeply, so was Suzanne. John just smiled. When he had cut all the way across he gently placed the scissors on the side of the bed. After looking across at Suzanne to make sure she was taking it all in he placed both of his hands on Barbara's left arm by the wrist. Slowly he moved his hands across, unfolding the sleeve as he did so. Barbara could feel his hands on her arm but only tenderly. When his hands reached her breast they seemed to press more into her. His hands cupped her left breast before squeezing a little.

Once satisfied that her jacket had parted from her arm and left side he passed the scissors to Suzanne. Without a word being said she proceeded to do the same operation on Barbara's right side, John just stood back and watched.

Suzanne was not quite as smooth as John when she got to the breast part but she was equally unhurried. After looking at John and seeing him nod she slid her hands up Barbara's right arm and gently squeezed her right breast.

Barbara could feel herself gushing. She had never been touched in such an intimate way by a female ever before. It felt wonderful. Almost magical. 

After a short while she suddenly felt her jacket being dragged from under her body. Suzanne handed the scissors back to John and he immediately began doing the same operationon the sleeve of her white blouse. However she never looked. Her eyes were still on Suzanne who was afraid to look back. Instead she watched what John was doing.

It was an identical operation to the cutting of the jacket. Just as slow and just as delicate. Again, when he had finished cutting, John trickled his fingers up Barbara's arm. Again there was a gentle squeezing of her left tit.

Barbara got a whiff of Suzannes Anais Anais perfume as she leaned across her to retrieve the scissors. Suzanne was aware of this and leaned in closer as she steadily cut the blouse away.

When she had finished cutting she nervously handed the scissors back to John. Unlike the jacket the blouse was buttoned all the way up the front. One by one John snipped each of the eight buttons away. Again he pulled the garment from under Barbara. 

Starting at the bottom John cut the trousers along the side seam. Slowly, making sure that her stockings weren't even laddered as he made his way up. When he had completed the task he put the scissors down before parting the trouser s from her leg. All the time caressing her as his hands got higher.

Suzanne eagerly took over once he had finished. John just stood back and watched her handiwork with a little smile on his face.

Suzanne's right hand pressed a little longer than John's when she reached the crotch. She was obviously aware of just how wet Barbara was. 

After John tugged the trousers away he took the camera that was recording all the action and focused it close up on Barbara's fanny. The red thong was darker were her juices had soaked through. John wanted her to see this at her own leisure. Satisfied that he had made a good recording he put the camera back to its previous vantage point before continuing the desecration of her clothes. All he did this time was snip the side and top of her bra before handing the scissors to Suzanne. There was no touching. He just left the bra cup resting on her breast. Suzanne did the same and handed the scissors back. Satisfied that Suzanne was waiting for him to show the way John indicated that she move to be directly opposite him at the side of the bed before leaning down and sliding his hand under the loose cup on top of her breast. Within a few seconds Suzanne had done the same. With his left hand he threw the cups away before squeezing Barbara's left breast quite a bit harder this time. Suzanne followed suit but not quite as hard as John. He then began sucking on her nipple. First of all softly but gradually harder as Suzanne followed his lead. After a few minute's of being ravaged in this fashion John placed both his hands either side of Suzanne's face, pulling it towards him. Their lips met and although Barbara was a little relieved that her nipples had been relieved of the ravenous sucking she felt a little cheated at seeing their tongues delving into each others mouths not six inches from her eyes. Just as she was about to tell them to stop they moved their faces closer to her and all of a sudden she felt first John's, then Suzanne's lips pressed against hers. John's kiss was good and welcome but when Suzanne was kissing her she orgasmed immediately. She had never felt a woman's lips before. The lipstick seemed to make them very sensuous. As she felt Suzanne's tongue dancing with her own John kissed her on her closed eyes.

After a few more minutes John pulled away first of all and then Suzanne. Aware that all she had left on now were her thong, garters and stockings she waiting for the garters to be cut away. She was a little surprised when she felt the thong being snipped. She looked up to see John holding it to Suzanne's nose.