Copyright (c) 2012, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication:
Wednesday, August 08, 2012


Author: Hardguy
Title: Daddysbed
Part: Deleted Scene: Fashion Show
Summary: An abandoned scene from 'Daddysbed' in which the girls show
Alan what they bought that day at the mall. 
Keywords: No sex, drinking, flirting

The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the
reader.  It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or
violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal
in much of the modern world.  I do not condone or encourage any
activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter
the circumstances.  Please realize that there is a line between being
a pedophile and being a child molester.  Any time that line is
crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. 
Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from
those who cannot see that line.

Thank you.

      Somehow during dinner Daisy had talked me into letting her
have a beer.  I supposed it wouldn't hurt anything, since she was
spending the night after all, not to mention I didn't want to
jeopardize all the sex that I was sure to be getting from her.  More
than once after that though, I caught her sneaking drinks to both
Krista and Trisha from the bottle.  I put a stop to that pretty quick
once I noticed Trisha was slurring her words a little.  Krista seemed
to handle her alcohol a bit better though, though I didn't know if
that was from past experience on her part, or if her age and higher
body weight than Trisha gave her a higher tolerance.
      
      The three giggly girls soon slipped off to Trisha's room,
taking the spoils of their shopping trip with them.  With a break in
the action, I set about clearing the table and rinsing the dishes. 
Multiple times during this period, I heard the bathroom door open and
close, no doubt a result of the beer they'd been drinking.  I
finished quickly, and settled myself on the couch.  The giggles,
playful screams, and yelps that came to my ears set my imagination
running wild.  Knowing that Daisy and Krista were experienced
sexually and were somewhat aggressive about it did concern me a
little that Trisha was alone in there with them, but aside from her
urging me to make a move on my own daughter, I knew Daisy had enough
sense to put a stop to things that might go too far.
      
      Pretty soon I heard the door open, and there was a lot of
hushed whispering from the hallway where I couldn't see any of them. 
Daisy was the first to round the corner and give me a clue as to what
was in store for me.  If not for a collection of strings and a trio
of blue and white striped triangles, I'd have thought it was time for
sex.  The top covered a majority portion of each breast, which I then
realized I still hadn't seen since we had fucked the other night with
her t-shirt still on.  The bikini bottoms were very low riding,
managing to hide her bare slit and both lips behind it, with
everything above exposed.  She grinned at how I was staring at her
and turned in a slow circle.  She was in fact wearing a g-string,
leaving each full ass cheek exposed.  My mind was defiantly made up
then, I'd be having her doggy style tonight.  She finished her
revolution, her gaze directed at my lap.  She turned her head to the
hall and called out.
      
      "You're up, sis."  Around the corner next came Krista, her
hair in pigtails.  She was also wearing a swimsuit, a two-piece like
her sister, but somewhat more covering.  The maroon colored top had
two round cups that held her small adolescent breasts and joined
together in the middle of her chest by a ring.  The bottoms fully
covered her up to an inch or so below her navel, and hugged snuggly
to her mound, presenting a nice rounded appearance.  At her hips were
two more rings like the one between her breasts, and her bottom was
tantalizingly half covered.  She stood next to her older sister, who
then called for the final model.  "Showtime, Trish!"
      
      There was a slight delay as Trisha slowly came out around the
corner.  She looked embarrassed as any preteen girl would to be the
center of attention in a swimsuit.  Her top was not unlike the
training bra that she had been wearing earlier, only it was more
aesthetically pleasing and fashionable than that utilitarian garment.
For the most part it was simply a square strip of sky blue fabric,
fully covering each small breast and the space between them.  Thin
straps went over her shoulders to the back, giving support, a small
flower decoration was present where each strap connected to the
front.  The bottoms were similar to very tight shorts, fully covering
her around the waist and clinging to her rear like a second skin of
pastel horizontal stripes.
      
      This design would have been completely boring if not for the
fact that both the top and bottom were very thin.  Since Trisha's
breasts were still almost purely nipple puffs, they pressed out
against the top ever so subtly as little eraser bumps.  Less vague
though was the shape that appeared between her legs.  Two lobes with
a crease up the center of them was almost painfully obvious, which
made me wonder at Daisy's definition of something that was
appropriate for an 11-year old.
      
      "W-well, daddy?  How do we look?" Trisha asked me with a shy
grin.  How else could I answer but:
      
      "Beautiful...you're all very..."
      
      "S-sexy?" Trisha suggested, which got surprised reactions from
the two sisters standing beside her.  It was an adjective I certainly
couldn't disagree with.
      
      "Yes, sweetheart.  You look very sexy," I assented.
      
      "T-thank you," she said, looking at her feet, but with a smile
that didn't look like it would leave her face anytime soon.  I
noticed that Daisy had put her hand on her sister's shoulder, and the
two shared a brief look and a nod.  Krista took Trisha's hand.
      
      "C'mon Trish, let's go change," she said, leading my bashful
daughter back down the hall.  We heard the door close and Daisy
pulled her strings, her bikini falling to the floor at her feet.
      
      "I need your cock," she told me as she started rubbing her
clit.  I looked at her, and then at the hall.  I may have had a hard
cock and some alcohol in me, but I wasn't crazy enough to do
something where we might be seen.
      
      "H-here?  Now?  They're just down the hall?"
      
      "Yeah, with a hand on each other's pussy.  Why the hell did
you think it took us so long to get dressed after dinner?"  I guess I
couldn't argue there, especially since arguing wasn't going to get me
laid.


       END.
       
       
       
Author's note: Basically I just decided to go in a different
direction after dinner.
       
Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.

Hardguy
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