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It was the Fall of 1966, I was 15, turned 16 and was in the 10th Grade...

In the� Fall of 1966, Todd, the twins and I entered high school.� A lot of the old pecking order from our junior high still remained, but for the most part it was a fresh start for all of us.� Suddenly we were being invited to parties, including Todd.� However, lots of guys started taking notice of Traci and Staci and were actively hitting on them.�

To minimize that and the possible loss of our girls, Todd and I asked the girls to go "steady" with us.� They readily and happily agreed, as it was the high school equivalent to getting married, except fornication wasn't automatic, nor were pregnancies welcomed by anyone.� It goes without saying that going steady was also a lot easier to terminate than a real marriage.�� Mainly it just precluded some other guy or guys from getting into their panties and shoving either of us aside.� It was also an unusual� relationship, as we weren't couples per se, but a foursome, though that fact wasn't known to anyone but the four of us.� Of course it was kind of hard to compete with the upper classmen who all could drive and take them on real dates, but the girls weren't that interested in other guys, not if that meant damaging our relationship.

But help was on the way in the form of my sixteenth birthday and acquiring that pinnacle of teendom, a driver's license.� Of course I needed access to a car to make that driver's license useful, and I wasn't so sure Dad would trust me with his prized '63 T-Bird.� In the meantime, it was taking the school bus for me, as the high school was a little further away than our old Junior High, but more importantly, no high school kid would be caught dead riding a bicycle.�

The bus was an acceptable mode of transportation, at least for getting to and from school.� However, that presented a problem as Todd and I could no longer could just swing over to the Twins' for a quickie after school. But we could mosey over on our bikes after going home, provided we were never caught inside the Laird house when Mrs. Laird came home.� It was just too dangerous, so we acted like all other teens and courted the girls out on the front steps.� Sometimes Todd or I would act as a lookout with one of the twins while the other couple went around to the back of the house for a little fun.

Ever since I began hanging out and screwing the twins with Todd, he made good use of his artistic talents and made numerous sketches of the salacious activities, doing some phenomenal rendering of sex acts, as well as simple nudes of the girls, some of which Dad framed and put up in the house. This caused a bit of a stir one day when we were off school for some reason.� Mrs. Laird was home, so that messed that up, so we proposed to take the girls downtown to a movie via public transportation.� Mrs. Laird was fine with all that and we caught a city bus, but instead of going downtown, we caught a bus going the opposite way and got off a few blocks from my house.�

A moment after we entered my house, I knew it was a bad idea, but it was too late, as the art work displayed was...

"That's us!" Traci exclaimed when she saw one of Todd's renderings of the two girls together and nude.

Of course that wasn't the only picture hanging on the walls; there were lots of nudes, of them, of me, of Todd, of Todd and me, and of us fucking the girls and... my old man.� They were all nudes, and most of them rather pornographic and they adorned every room of the house. Hell, I was so used to seeing them that it never crossed my mind what the girls might think of the display.� It wasn't the art work itself per se, they've seen lots of Todd's works and seen lots of lurid sex acts between the four of us.� It was the obvious fact that they were hanging in my house, where I lived with my dad. After I got them calmed down, I had a little explaining to do and I was honest with them.� Once my last secrets were laid bare to them, they took it all in stride and were genuinely excited by it all.� If you just knew Traci and Staci from school, you'd never guess how kinky those two really were.� Todd and I knew. Still, they always surprised me.

"Can you imagine us doing anything like that with Mom?" Staci asked her sister when viewing a piece featuring Dad sprawled out nude in a chair with a young boy rooting around between his legs.� Todd had used some artistic license with that one, rendering the "boy", i.e. me, much younger and much smaller as I sucked off my old man.

"Ewwww, no way!" replied Traci to her sister's rhetorical question.

"Gawd, you guys really are perverts," laughed Staci.� "Even your dad!"

"Yeah, I'd like to see that!" Traci added with a laugh.� Then she turned to me and I could see it in her eyes... she was turned on.

"Does your dad cornhole you the way Todd does?" Staci asked with a sly grin.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact he does," I admitted.�

"He does me too," interjected Todd.� "Dad's got a nice big dick.� You girls would love it."

"Does he even like girls?" one of them asked.

"I don't think so," I replied.� "Never seen him with a woman."

"Just boys?"

"Other men too," I revealed. "But he was married to my mom before she died."

"Far out!" Traci intoned. "A homo house."

"You got a problem with that?" I asked rather defensively.

"No, not really, it just so..."

Todd then stepped in and changed the conversation.� "Hey, we're here to fuck, not critique my art work nor my friends, so let's drop trou and get after it."�

He then whips his dick out of his pants and lewdly shaking it asked,� "Who wants this first?"

I� might mention here that about this time, Todd was developing a new artistic style, featuring� rather squat figures rather than his usual realistic figures.� The proportions of these figures were severely reduced in the vertical and rather cartoonish.� Usually he had three or four figures in a painting, all nude and frolicking around outside with lots of flowers,� butterflies and birds.� I knew immediately who the male figure with the dark curly hair was, and who the two identical girls were, and I supposed the other guy was me.� I say supposed, as I clearly knew who the other three were, even if they didn't really look like them.� Oh, the girls had tits and auburn hair, but everyone looked fat, including me.� These early renderings should be more properly considered studies, rather than finished pieces, but in the coming years, he perfected the style with entire cities filled with squat naked people whose only clothing might be a hat or shoes.

Dad surprised me one day when he came home driving a new Lincoln Continental.

"How do you like my new car?" he says.

"Nice!"

"Yeah, I figured I need to project an image of success," he said.� "That T-Bird, I love it, but it's a few years old now."�

I'm thinking, 'He traded in the T-Bird!� Crap!'

Just then the T-Bird pulls into the driveway and his friend, Mr. John, climbs out. 'He sold it to Mr. John?'�

I was positively sick to my stomach.� I loved that red T-Bird.� It was way, way cool. Even if it was a few years old, it was in perfect condition and I had visualized myself tooling around town in it in just a few weeks.� I looked over at the big silver Lincoln and I knew Dad would never let me drive it anywhere without him.��

"Come over here and take a look," Dad said proudly holding the driver's door open. �I looked and well, it was nice, very nice, but what good was that to me?

"I'd like to stay for awhile," Mr. John said as he walked up to dad and me, "But, I've got to get.� It's already taken longer than I'd thought."

"Okay," said Dad, "get in and Randy and I will take you home."

John climbed in to the front passenger seat while I sat in the back.� As we pulled out of the driveway, I was a bit confused.� This didn't make any sense at all.� 'Why doesn't he just drive himself home?' I asked myself.

My dad said, "Thanks, John for driving the T-Bird home for me."

"My pleasure, Jim," John replied.

It took a few minutes before it sunk in... Dad hadn't sold the T-Bird after all! 'He's keeping it for me!' I nearly shouted out in glee.� And that's exactly what happened, even though it would be weeks before I could actually drive it.

Dad came home one evening and I could tell he wasn't happy.� "They did it.� Just like I thought they would, they did it!"

"Did what, Dad?"

"The YMCA board.� The outdoor pool is not even finished yet and they voted to make the entire Y co-ed.� Seems they now want to make the indoor pool available to everyone and so... no more male only swimming."

"You mean, girls are going to swim with us?"

"Yes, and that means bathing suits for everyone effective immediately."

"We're going to share the locker room?"

"No, the women's locker room is complete.� We just lose our fucking pool!"

So that was that.� No more nude swimming at the Y.� Used to be that they required you to be nude for hygienic reasons, now we need to wear a bathing suit for modesty and I suppose moral reasons even though that was never stated like that. The only bathing suit I had was several years old and I had grown considerably, so it didn't come close to fitting.� "Well, I guess I need to buy a swim suit," I said.

"The hell with that," he snorted.� "I guess I can take you to "The Club" and you can swim there."�

Okay, I didn't see what was the point, as I knew that everyone used bathing suits at his country club, the main reason I never asked to go swimming there.� Unlike previously, he had begun taking me with him to play golf on Sundays, an event that now precluded us from going to church, not that I minded.� He bought me a set of used clubs and I picked up the game rather quickly.�

"I still need a new bathing suit," I pointed out, "the one I have doesn't fit anymore."

"Not the country club," he said. "The Club.� That's what it's called, The Club.� Men only and ... Hell, you'll probably love it."

He didn't say anymore about it, but on my sixteenth birthday, he took me there. It was out in the country and set back into the woods.� There was a gate and a guard house with a guard.� Dad spoke to the guard and rattled off some numbers.� The gate opened and we drove up the drive and parked the car.� At the front door, he was greeted by another man who recognized him, welcomed him and admitted us.

As we walked down a hallway, a door opened and I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a cocktail lounge.� I could hear music and a general hub-hub, but the door closed and that's all I saw.� Dad opened another door on the opposite side of the hallway and we entered what was obviously a locker room.

We undressed, placing our stuff in a locker.� Taking the key which had a springy plastic bracelet we placed them on our ankles, then we ventured forth into a huge pool room, which had an Olympic-sized pool marked off in lanes for lap swimming and a separate� L-shaped pool with diving boards, high and low, as well� a large shallow water area for just messing around, both pools inhabited with nude male bathers.� Unlike the YMCA in its heyday, there were no boys here, just men. They even had a swim-up bar where members could imbibe while in the water. Dad waved to several men there, men who invariably made their way over to see who was with him.� Most just said, "Nice to meet you," and went about their business, but a few openly checked me out.�

We swam for an hour or so, then toured the rest of the facility.� There was a weight room, a massage parlor, and a few other areas.� We then dressed and went into the stag bar, where drinks and dinner could be had.� But what caught my attention were the women... naked and near naked women, waitresses and dancers.� Within being there for just one minute, it was obvious that groping was oaky, so long as a generous tip went with the hands on entertainment.

We were seated by a bare breasted buxom redhead, Ginger, who was very friendly with Dad, and who sat in his lap when he took his seat.� This was to explain the specials for today, as well as take our drink orders while Dad took liberties with a handful of bare tit.� I ordered a Coke, but Dad didn't even order, he was just served his "usual", scotch on the rocks.� We ate and then two girls came to our table, Ginger, who had seated us, took up with Dad again and her naked dark haired friend, Sara, came and sat in my lap.� Sara, unlike Ginger, didn't even have a g-string on.� There was some chatting, but Sara soon put her moves on me.� After a few minutes of feeling each other up, Ginger suggested that we take a private booth.�

The booth had two low benches and a low coffee table with a bowl of condoms in the middle. Another naked babe came in and took drink orders, then Sara wasted no time getting my clothes off.� The blonde was even faster with Dad and before the drinks were delivered, she had Dad on his back and mounted him. Up until that moment, I had no idea that Dad liked women as well as men.�

Meanwhile Sara was going down on me while I watched my dad getting fucked.� She was cute, even if she was four or more years older than me and she took me to completion.� Then the girls left, leaving Dad with "his cute boyfriend."

"Ginger knows my tastes," Dad explained.� "She thinks you're my date. I couldn't tell her the truth, as you need to be eighteen to be in this section of The Club."

"You come here often, Dad?" It was stupid question. Of course he came here often.�

"Yeah, I like Ginger.� She's fun and doesn't make a fuss."

"I thought this was a homo club," I said.

"It's a sex club.� Very private and very discrete.� I meet with other men here too.� Ginger knows that and she probably thinks I'm going to have sex with you."

"Are you?"

"Heavens, no!� But we need to get dressed and get out of here.� They charge by the minute for these rooms."

So we dressed and Dad settled our bill for the evening.� Upon leaving Dad tells me that I can come use the pool whenever I want, Todd too, as his sons.� But we weren't allowed to use the dining room or order booze from the swim-up bar.�

It wasn't but a few days later that Dad came in fuming.� Seems someone said something to someone at The Club, about who I was and that I was only sixteen and thus under aged.� Management took a dim view of Dad taking me into the dining room and then into a private booth with Ginger and Sara.� As a result, his membership had been suspended.� He was in a foul mood for days afterward.

Then he announces that he's going to have an in-ground pool built in our backyard and that work was going to begin the very next week!� Mr. Cheapo was going to put in a swimming pool?� I was floored; delighted, but floored.� This was even more surprising than seeing him with Ginger at The Club, but then Dad loved swimming as much as I did and he wasn't about to yield to the new dictates at the Y.

By the third week in June, the pool was in, up and running.� It goes without saying that it was bare butt swimming only.� I explained this to Traci and Staci and they were as enthusiastic as I thought they'd be, provided it was just the four of us.� No problem, we could use the pool while Dad was at work.�

Todd, who had a naughty streak a mile-wide, told Dad about our plans.� Actually I didn't think anything of it, but I was as surprised as the girls were when he walked out onto the patio early one afternoon, hours before he was due to be home. The girls were as totally nude as Todd and I were, lounging in the sun, working on a tan when Dad made his unannounced, unencumbered appearance with his dick and balls swinging freely.�

"Hi, I'm Randy's dad," he said suddenly standing between the two naked girls, who surprised, screamed and nearly came off the chaise lounges. It was comical to see modesty suddenly manifest itself in the girls, as red faced, they fruitlessly tired to cover up their nakedness with only their hands handily and available.� Not nearly enough hands for the job!

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Dad pleaded unconvincingly.� "I didn't mean to startle you.

"I assume you're Traci and Staci," he continued.� "It's so nice to finally meet you two girls.� I've heard so much about you two and I have seen so many of� Todd's paintings and drawings of you, that I feel that I've known you both for years.� Which of you is Staci?"

Having recovered somewhat from the initial shock of a naked man suddenly in their midst and talking to them, Staci raised a hand about an inch or two and then immediately covered her bare tit again.�

"Nice to meet you, Staci," Dad said offering his hand to shake, which required Staci to uncover her boobs again.� Once he had her hand, he wouldn't let go, but continued to shake it as he openly ogled her.�

"You're so much lovelier in the flesh, my dear," he told with a smoothness that surprised me.�

Then he turned to her twin and offering his hand said, "And you must be Traci."� With Dad standing where he was, it was less awkward for Traci to uncover her pussy to shake his hand, her eyes, like his, fixed on the other's genitals.�

"We've heard so� much about you too, Mr. Chambers," Traci said letting her hand and arm fall from her tits.�

"Oh, please," Dad said, "I think under the circumstances that Mr. Chambers is a little too formal."

"Well, how about if we call you, Daddy," she said spreading her legs slightly open.�

"Daddy... I like that!" Dad replied.� That's when I noticed his pole was at half mast and rising.

"Ooooo, Daddy," Traci cooed. "is that because of me?"

"You and your sister," he replied� with a grin.�

Then he added, "Sorry, it has a mind of its own sometimes."

"So you like girls too?� I thought you just liked boys," Traci bantered.

"I like girls just fine.� Want me to prove it?"

"I'll take your word for it, Daddy.� At least for now."

I couldn't believe Traci was flirting with my dad.� Hell, she wasn't just flirting, she was coming on to him!

"You girls look as if you need your sun screen refreshed," he said picking up a bottle of Coppertone.� "We wouldn't want you to burn that lovely skin.� Now would we?"

"No, we wouldn't, Daddy," Traci replied.�

Dad poured out a handful of tanning oil into his hand and sat next to Traci. Then he began applying it.� To her legs at first, then her tummy and finally he began oiling up her big tits.�

"Don't forget to do me, Daddy," Staci interjected horning in on her twin.�

Not surprisingly, Traci wasn't the least jealous when Dad moved to the other chase and began oiling up her twin sister. Staci, not to be out done by her sister, took my Dad's cock in her hand while he rubbed the oil into her bare skin.

"You think they're going to fuck him?" Todd asked me while we watched.�

"If not, he's going to fuck them," I answered.� "Look, he's as hard as he gets when you're blowing him."

"Me thinks we're gonna have a great time this afternoon.� I claim sloppy seconds," my good buddy quipped as he fondled his own hard cock.�

"You might have to fight me for it," I replied.

"I'll take Staci and you take Traci," Todd then said.

"Agreed, but let's let Dad have his fun first."

"What do you mean first?" Todd said.� "Hell, your dad's gonna get our sloppy seconds if he fucks them."� We had a good laugh with that one.

"Who do you think he'll fuck first?" I asked.

"Traci.� She's such a whore."

"No, Staci is a bigger whore," I countered.

"They're both whores," Todd laughed.

"Who are you calling a whore?" Traci then called out.

"Oh, no one in particular," Todd lamely denied.

"See if you get any!" she huffed.

Todd looked over at me, rolled his eyes and mouthed, "Yeah, right."

By then Dad had made significant progress with Staci's oily tits, tweaking the nipple of one tit and letting it pop back, then doing the same to the other.� Meanwhile his free hand had found its way between her legs which were now lewdly spread to either side of the chaise she was lying on, giving him full access to her sopping cunt. From where I was sitting, I could hear the wet smacking sounds made as he took liberties with her sex. Like her twin sister, Staci was always a moaner and she was moaning rather loudly and bucking her hips.

Dad looked over at Todd and I and asked, "You boys mind if I..."

I threw up my hands and replied, "Don't ask us, ask her sister."

Dad looked back towards Traci, who watching her twin getting very hot and very bothered, was busy diddling herself.� Traci told him, "Go ahead, but I'm next."� They were fun sisters, that's for sure.

He then moved between Staci's splayed legs and positioned himself for the act.

"Put it in, baby," he hoarsely told her.� She grabbed his big stiff pecker and pulled him to her honey hole.�� With a jab of his hips, he ran it in to her to the hilt.�

"Oh, god, yes!," she screamed.� "Fuck me, Daddy!� Fuck me!"�

She was so loud I'm sure the neighbors could have heard her, if they were home.� Keeping his weight off her with one arm, Dad covered her mouth with his free hand to muffle her, slamming into her time and time again, her big tits jiggling with each thrust into her.� There was nothing timid about the way he took her.

Watching my steady girlfriend, or at least one of my steady girlfriends, getting fucked by my dad out by the pool was huge turn on for me.� Todd too. Traci was equally turned on. Seemingly coming off the chaise, Staci grew quiet and was shuddering.� After a prolonged moment, she seemed to collapse, even though she had been lying down the entire time. It was obvious to us all that Staci had had a massive orgasm.�

Dad pushed himself up and off the girl.� His hard wet cock bobbing before him, he took the two steps to where Traci was lying, her hand a blur of motion between her legs.� Grabbing her by the ankles, he pushed her legs back.� Like a guided missile, his cock found its mark.

"Oh, fuck!" she blurted, "you're big!"

At sixteen and still growing, both Todd and I had nice sized cocks, but nothing compared to the size of my dad's fully developed adult cock.� For the next several minutes, Dad ravaged my other steady girlfriend who was just as vocal as her sister was.� When she orgasmed on his dick, he let loose and filled her honey pot with his cream.� By that time, Todd had mounted Staci and was doing his best to get her off again.

Dad moved off Traci and I moved in. I had been pounding away for a few minutes when Todd grasped my shoulder.� "Let's switch," he said.� We switched like we had done countless times.�

I got Staci up on her hands and knees at the end on the chaise to do her doggie style while I stood.� Dad moved in, shoving his wet semi-flaccid cock in her face which she took like the trooper she was. And so went the afternoon.

When it was all over and time to take the girls home to their mama, Dad thanked the girls for the "best day I've had in years."� He then proceeded to tell us that he wanted to take us all out for dinner at his Country Club.� Of course the girls had to go home and get dolled up. The five of us had dinner at the club on regular basis after that, as well as sex. Dad later said that he wished my mom was half as receptive to sex as Traci and Staci were.

It's funny how momentous events radically change things, yet practically go unnoticed at the time.� So it was when Dad started banging the Laird twins.� Just as sex between Todd and I had slacked off considerably after we began having sex with the girls, so too did the sex slack off between my dad and I, not to mention Todd and Dad. It didn't slack off completely, indeed it just became more of a bisexual relationship between the five of us.��

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