DADDY'S TOY

Chapter 3

The Last Fashion Show

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Early one late summer evening, I was lying in bed. Mitzi joined me and crawled on top of me, straddling me with my cock snuggly nestled in her butt crack.� She wiggled around playfully trying to get a rise out me and she succeeded.� As my cock grew stiff between her butt cheeks, I realized that I could fuck her without actually fucking her.� I coaxed her back and as she settled down, she trapped the length of my erection along her pussy slit and my tummy.� She too recognized the possibilities.� At first she just squirmed on my dick, nestling it lengthwise between her pussy lips as she ground down with her hips.� I reached forward, taking her hips in my hands, and pulled gently forward, then gently back, causing her to slide along my turgid rod.� She caught on right quick and soon she was doing all the humping while I simply lay back and enjoyed it.� God, it felt incredible!� The slippery motion and delicious fiction along the sensitive underside of my dick was almost as good as a full-fledged vaginal fuck.�Having discovered something new and totally awesome, faux-fucking quickly became our favorite past time.� Within a few times, Mitzi learned how to maximize the stimulation to her clit with the head of my dick.� Best of all, after I had blown my wad once or twice, she could go and go and go and cum and cum and cum.� It was terrific! Soon we were faux-fucking nearly every day, several times a day.�

It wasn�t too long after the checks cleared, there was the Back-to-School Fashion Show.� I had blown off the show, but when the lady who had taken over for Ann called, I told her, �Okay, just this one last time.� I�ll let Mitzi do it,� knowing that Ann would have wanted it that way, besides the prospect of having her running around naked backstage was exciting as ever.� This time it was me who took her to the hairdresser the morning of the show, and did she look gorgeous!� Her curly shoulder length blond hair just looked perfect.� They did her fingernails and toenails.� After the beautician applied makeup, she truly looked like the pre-teen sex pot she was.

Once I was at the show, I was excited to see our old friends from across the aisle, Clint and delightful little Hanna, with her dark brown eyes and long silky dark brunette hair.� Immediately I slipped the straps of Mitzi�s green sundress over her shoulders.� Of course I had her leave her panties at home (not that she wore them all that often anymore), and as she wore absolutely nothing underneath, I had her nude in record time.� There were several other girls briefly in a similar state of total undress, but unlike the moms, I wasn�t in any hurry to cover Mitzi in any way, preferring to give Clint as much of an eyeful as I could get away with.� Then as I checked out the other girls, something struck me.� All the other little girls had tan lines from a summer by the pool, whereas Mitzi, she was uniformly tanned, the deep bronze tan contrasting sharply with her lighter colored nipples and her sun-bleached blonde hair.� I hoped no one noticed, but Clint certainly did.�

�Wow, she looks great,� my acquaintance said as he came over for a chat.

�Yes, they did a great job on her hair, don�t you think?�

�Yes, but� did you keep her naked all summer?�

�We�re nudists,� I replied with a straight face.

�You weren�t nudists last summer,� he countered with a grin.

�Backyard nudists,� I replied with a wink.�

�I see.�

�I have a pool and an eight foot tall privacy wall, so why bother with swim suits?�

�Why bother indeed,� he said as he brashly roamed his eyes over Mitzi�s nudity.� All the time that this exchange was taking place, Hanna was at his side, naked as Mitzi was, but sporting tan lines.

�I don�t know if you know this, Clint, but my wife died in an accident a few weeks ago.�

His expression turned from wolfish hunger to concern.� �I�m sorry to hear that.�

�I appreciate that.� Still, it does make some things easier.�

�Like what?�

�Like inviting you and Hanna over this afternoon for a swim.�

�Sounds like fun, Randy.� Yeah, that sounds great!� After the show, I�ll have to go back home and get our bathing suits.�

�No need to do that. Bathing suits are... let's just say... optional,� I emphasized.

�Oh, yeah� yeah, sure!"

"Of course if you'd be more comfortable wearing swim suits..."

"No, no, no! I just... Uh, backyard nudists you say.... Yeah, that sounds great!"

That last fashion show didn�t hold much interest for me other than ogling Hanna, and after we agreed to get together for a skinny dipping party, we both did a perfunctory job of getting our girls dressed with a minimal amount of nude waiting time.� Of course that doesn�t mean that we didn�t enjoy all the other little flesh shows going on here and there.

With the show over, Clint followed me back to my place.� Once inside, the wall of windows overlooking the pool had the same effect upon him as it did everyone else who entered my family room.� �Hey, this is really nice!� he sincerely complimented.

�Thanks.� Want a beer?�

�Sure!�

�Mitzi, go get Mr. Clint and me a beer.�� My almost 8 year old daughter turned to fetch the two beers, but I stopped her.� �Wait a minute, baby.�� I pushed the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and pulled the dress down while keeping my eye on Clint�s reaction.� The pupils of his eyes widened and he unconsciously licked at his lips.� Once she stepped out of the sundress, I knelt and helped her remove her sandals.� Only when she was totally nude, did I playfully slap her bare butt and send her on her errand.

�Damn,� he muttered as she disappeared into the kitchen.

�You say something?� I asked playing dumb.

�No, it�s just that� well, you don�t mess around; do you?�

�What do you mean?�

�Stripping her like that.�

�We�re going swimming, aren�t we?�� Our eyes locked momentarily and we both grinned.

Clint looked away and called out, �Hey, Hanna. You can�t go swimming in your clothes.�� Hanna, who had been staring at the door to the kitchen where bare-assed Mitzi had just disappeared, turned back to us.� �Strip!� he told her firmly. It wasn�t a request, it was an order.� Hanna smiled slightly and obediently began to disrobe.� By the time Mitzi had returned with our beers, both girls were naked.

For some minutes the girls were whispering and giggling while Clint and I sipped out beer and eyeballed the two pre-teens.� Both girls were quite pretty and both had shapely bubble butts for their age.� For being the same height and weight, the two girls were strikingly different.� After some minutes Mitzi finally asked, �Well, are we going swimming or not?�

I glanced over to Clint and asked, �You ready for a swim?�

He took deep drink and answered, �Would love to go swimming.�

With no need of a changing room or any other niceties, I began to strip, and Clint following my lead, did the same.� In a moment the four of us were naked, two men and their two young daughters.� I could hardly miss where and what Mitzi�s eyes were on� she was staring at Clint�s cock as she�d never seen any other man�s cock other than my own, so the uncut penis was of great interest to her.� I also noticed where Hanna's eyes were, on my cut cock, but she didn�t seem all that surprised at the differences between our dicks.

I really didn�t have a plan per se when I had invited Clint and Hanna over, and I still didn�t have a plan, other than displaying my naked Mitzi to another man and in exchange, having him display his naked daughter to me and not being in a rush of any sort.� So, as far as plans go, I had fulfilled my plan and not knowing Clint other than very casually, I had no idea that he might have plans of his own.� His rather brusque order for Hanna to, �Strip,� may have given me a clue, as it wasn�t a request, but then again, I hadn�t asked Mitzi to get naked either; I just undressed her.

�Pool�s this way,� I told Clint.� Naked, he followed me out into the bright hot sunshine.�

�Awesome, man� awesome! Damn, you�ve really got a great place here, Randy,� I heard him say. �It�s totally private out here.�

�Yeah, great, ain�t it?� The eight foot tall masonry privacy wall did exactly what it was designed to do, provide privacy from prying eyes and ears.� But, it wasn�t just the privacy that made the pool so inviting.� The previous owners had the entire backyard professionally landscaped around the custom pool, complete with a waterfall into the pool.� It wasn�t just nice, it was very nice.

I walked to the deep end and dove in, the cool clear water of the salt water pool refreshing me instantly.� I swam underwater to the opposite side and when I came up, Clint was right behind me.� �You don�t use much chlorine in your pool, do you?� he commented.

�I don�t use any.� It�s a salt water system.� The salinity is low, so it�s not like seawater, and it doesn�t burn the eyes.� You can swim around underwater with your eyes open like you are wearing a face mask.� The little beasties get zapped with UV rays as the water goes through the pump and filter.� Crystal clear water and hardly any fuss at all.� Just need to fish out leaves and drowned lizards every so often.�

I looked around for the girls, expecting them to be splashing about, but they were sitting on the steps in about 2 inches of water.� I signaled to Mitzi to join us, but she just shook her head. I turned to Clint and asked, �Hanna does know how to swim?�

�Sure, she does.�� I was expecting some naked mermaid fun this afternoon, so I went to see what the problem was with the two beached lovelies.

�Are you coming in?� I asked my daughter.

�I don�t want to get my hair wet,� she replied as she fluffed up her abundant curls with one hand.

�You don�t say,� replied. At that moment she sounded just like her mother, �I don�t want to get my hair wet.�� That wasn�t in my plan, no matter how limited that plan was.� I lunged towards her, grabbed her, I held her above my head shrieking, her arms and legs kicking as I carried her out into deeper water where I unceremoniously tossed her into the drink.

Mitzi came up sputtering mad and as I expected, she attacked.� Of course she was easy to hold at bay, but Hanna came to her aid, jumping onto my back with her arms locked around my neck.� Ah, skin to skin with two little nudies!� Of course one must struggle during such encounters and I did my best to grope without being too obvious.� I lifted Mitzi and sent her flying, then I reached around until I had a handful of Hanna�s shapely butt and pulled her hooting and hollering around so that I could toss her away.� Naturally neither girl was deterred and soon they were both all over me again.� Again I tossed them both off and away, delivering Hanna to the clutches of Clint who was coming to my aid.� Almost immediately Hanna came flying back to me as I tossed Mitzi to Clint.� Back and forth we tossed the two laughing little girls.� Then I noticed something� Clint�s technique.� He was launching them from the water with one hand, a hand placed squarely between the legs.

Mimicking Clint, I too began crotch launches until the girls, tiring of this game, began another� submarine.� Having the girls swim between our spread legs was fine with us.� Little Hanna wasn�t the least bit shy about tweaking the peter either.� I could only wonder if Mitzi was giving Clint the same treatment, but the way he flinched was pretty good evidence that my kid was also being forward with our guest.

We transitioned to horse.� With a girl perched upon our shoulders, we tried to unseat and/or upset our opponent.� It was great fun and the girls seemingly had endless energy.� Clint and I, however, eventually needed a break. I ducked into the house, loaded up a bucket with ice and fresh brews and then joined Clint.� As we lay about on a chase lounge, sipping beer in warm sunshine, we watched the girls pop out of the water, run (�Mitzi, no, running!�) to the deep end, dive in and make the circuit again and again.

�She really is cute,� Clint commented as Mitzi scurried by covered in only beads of water.� �Sexy too.�

�Sexy?�

�I, uh, I didn�t mean it like that.�

�Sure you did.� She is sexy.� So is Hanna.�� There was a brief silence before I continued.� �This is great fun, Clint.� Glad that you and Hanna decided to come over.� It�s not like I can invite just anybody over for skinny dipping.� Look at them� Not a care in the world.� They really seem to like each other.� That�s good too, as Mitzi really doesn�t have many friends that come over.�

�I appreciate the invite, Randy.� And I appreciate your liberal attitude.�

�You and Hanna seem quite comfortable nude.� Are you nudists, like we are?�

�Not exactly, but� I��

�No need to explain.� As long as you are comfortable with things, then everything is great.� So how did you and your daughter get into the fashion show thing?�

�Hanna�s not my daughter.�

�Oh?�

�She�s my sister�s kid.�

�You babysit on the weekends?�

�More like every day, 24/7.� Joanie� we haven�t seen her in awhile.�

�Oh?� Your sister abandoned Hanna?�

�No.� Joanie got mixed up with the wrong crowd.� She had Hanna while in prison.� Being her uncle, I stepped up and adopted Hanna.�

�They let a single guy adopt a girl?�

�I was married at the time.� It was a sham marriage, just so I could adopt Hanna.� Once the paperwork was done, I paid my �wife� off and we split.�

�So you�ve had Hanna ever since she was a baby?�

�Ever since she was weaned from the breast.�

�So what about the fashion show gig?�

�I don�t know.� We were at the mall and signed up. They nearly rejected Hanna, because she didn�t have a mom to help her backstage, but then a nice lady said that there was another girl whose father was helping her backstage and we were in.�

�Blonde lady?� About five foot ten?�

�Yeah, I think so.�

�That was Ann, my wife.�

�Oh!� You don�t say?� Ummm, at the show you said she died�?�

�An accident a few months ago. �

�Oh, I�m so sorry, Randy.�

Without elaborating on the still painful subject I added, �Ann organized the fashion shows and apparently they have been a big success, businesswise.�

�Oh, so that�s how you got in.� I�ve always wondered that.�

�You know, thanks to Ann, you and I met.� And thanks to Ann, I have your Hanna running around my pool today buck naked.�� I held my beer up.� �Here�s to Ann!�

�To Ann!�