Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Chaperoning the Swim Team Ch.  01


Summary: Can a father resist his daughter's teammates?  Um, no.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,firsttime





   "Daddy please?" Ashley looked up at me with her big blue eyes pleading
and her hands clasped as if in a prayer.  Anymore she only ever called me
daddy when she wanted something that she knew I wasn't too keen on.  Of
course, I could never resist her when she really turned it on.

   "Alright, sweetie," I agreed, "We can open the cabin up for your party."
The expression on her face turned to one of pure joy.  "One condition,
though, I get to be there as chaperon, and no boys, just the girls from the
team."

   "That's two conditions, dad," she said biting her bottom lip
mischievously, and when I didn't react to her correcting me, "Fine, it was
always going to be us girls anyway."

   "Sure it was," I replied skeptically, "And don't worry, I'll stay out of
your way.  The cabin is plenty big enough for me stay in my own space."

   As she smiled again, excited about telling her teammates the news, I
pulled her into a hug.

   "You know your mom would have been so proud of all of your
accomplishments," I assured her, "And if she were still with us, she'd make
the better chaperon to a house full of college girls."

   Ashley smiled up at me a bit of her curly dark hair obscuring her
misting eyes, "I'm sure you'll do fine, daddy, you always have.  All the
girls will love you." And with that she ran off to tell her friends.

   It was the end of the swim season, winter break was coming, and Ashley
and her teammates had taken first place in the team competition for their
college's division.  With the season over, the girls wanted to let off some
steam.

   It was a small college, a private school that catered mostly to wealthy
kids who didn't want the experience of a large university.  I had been
rather fortunate in the construction business, but Ashley had been
successful on her own, her grades and swimming earning a scholarship that
offset the cost.  I worried that with so many wealthy girls, that Ashley's
middle class, albeit upper middle class, upbringing would mark her as an
outsider, but she seemed to thrive there.

   I was a bit surprised when Ashley suggested a weekend in the cabin.  It
was nice and had good square footage, lots of rooms and a hot tub.  In
summer the lake was perfect for swimming, but as the planned retreat was
over Christmas break, it would be too cold for that.  I'm sure some of the
other girls might have had better options for country homes, but Ashley was
insistent that we play host to the team, and who was I to deny her?

   A week later, the day before we were to leave for the cabin, I happened
by Ashley's room as she was packing, and noticed that she had a bikini laid
out next to her small suitcase.

   Knocking on the door to announce my presence I motioned to the bed with
a smile and said, "I think it'll be a bit cold for swimming, don't you?"

   Her face blushed as she quickly grabbed it and folded it into her
suitcase, "The hot tub will still be usable," she explained, "and that
always feels nice in the cold."

   "A two piece, though?" I asked, "I figured you'd only wear that at a
beach to attract boys, and no boys will be there."

   "You'll be there," she said a bit sheepishly.

   I was struck a bit dumb, not really sure what to make of that.  Of
course I had noticed how she had grown into a beautiful young woman, and at
times thought how much she looked like her mom, but I never ogled her.  At
least, I didn't think I did.

   She had turned several shades of red, and began to stammer when I didn't
say anything.  "I mean, other girls will be there, and they'll be in
bikinis, because they told me they would pack them for the hot tub.  And
you know," she stuttered again, "I mean mom's been gone a long time,
there's no harm in looking."

   I ran my hand through my hair, still thick and dark, but just beginning
to be speckled with grey.  "Ashley," I sighed, "if I've ever done
anything..."

   "No," she cut me off defensively, "no, you haven't.  You're perfect and
I'm sorry.  I just..." she lowered her eyes to the floor.  "I know it must
be hard for you.  And when my friends started talking about wearing bikinis
around the cabin, I just..." she paused, "I know that might be difficult."

   I let out a slight chuckle, "I'm sure I can control myself.  Besides,
I'm not even going to be around except in emergencies, remember?  I've got
a pile of books and a stack of papers to go through.  Honestly I'm looking
forward to being caught up on work."

   She looked at me skeptically, and I didn't blame her.  There were more
than a few attractive girls on her team.  Girls?  Young women, kept in
shape by a lifetime of swimming.  I admit, the team was made up of some
very attractive young women, but it doesn't do to let your mind drift too
far when thinking of your daughter's friends.

   Of course, that's not to say it never did.  The thought of a house full
of college coeds in bikinis did cause me palpitations, but again, I'm not a
teenage boy unable to control himself.  I have a lifetime of self control
behind me even if my sex life was a bit...  lacking.

   "Get packed," I said as I walked out of the uncomfortable conversation,
"We'll leave in the morning, bright and early."

   Usually I had to drag Ashley out of bed on mornings during her college
breaks, but this morning she was up before me, letting me know that her
suitcase was already in the car as were all of the supplies we had
purchased, mostly food and alcohol.

   Since Christmas was coming, Ashley had brought decorations for the
cabin, she insisted that a highlight would be trimming the tree with her
teammates.  Of course that left it to me to procure a tree once we arrived,
but in truth I didn't mind.  I liked the fact that Ashley still got excited
about the holidays, and I wasn't about to be a wet blanket on that
excitement.

   Truth be told, Ashley kept me young, energetic, and hopeful.  After her
mother's death 10 year's prior, I had a hard time getting out of bed.  I
know I should have been there more for Ashley, but if I'm being honest, she
was there for me.  Without her, I don't know if I could have made it
through.  Now that she was a young woman about to graduate college, I
dreaded the coming of her full adulthood which would take her away from me.
But such is the way things must go.

   As we made our way up to the cabin, down winding roads through an
increasingly snow covered countryside, Ashley mostly kept to her thoughts,
which was a bit unusual.  Typically she was a chatterbox, telling me
stories about the girls on the team, or professors at her college.  Now she
fixed her gaze on the picturesque countryside outside her window, and
occasionally hummed along with the music on my playlist that she claimed
not to like.

   "So," I said, breaking a long silence as I steered the car down the
road, "How many did you say were coming?"

   Her eyes glanced toward the ceiling indicating she was suddenly thinking
about the question.  "Well there's Kate," she began, "she's only a freshmen
so she's a bit shy, but once she's around friends she can be a bit... 
wild."

   I hadn't expected a full run down, just a number, but now that Ashley
was going, I was happy for her overview.  It would help me relax a bit if I
knew the girls better than just a numbered lane in a meet.

   "Then there's Jane and Janet," she continued, "They're identical twins,
so physically they're alike in every way, but personality wise..." she
shook her head.

   "What?" I chuckled as I caught her tone of exasperation.

   "Well, they're just super competitive with one another," she added.  "It
gets out of hand sometimes."

   "Give me an example," I asked, intrigued and amused.

   Ashley took a deep breath, "One time we were talking about start times
and how our initial swim had a lot to do with breath control.  They started
arguing about which of them was better at holding their breath, until they
demanded we judge a competition." Ashley rolled her eyes at the memory. 
"The end result was that both of them ended up passing out before giving it
to the other."

   "Wow," I replied in genuine surprise, "That's a little crazy."

   "Yeah," she agreed, "They promised they'd be on their best behavior this
weekend though, so don't worry."

   "Who else?" I wondered.

   "There's Erika, she's a lesbian," Ashley said matter-of-factly.  "At
least, she thinks she is.  She told me one time that she started dating
girls just because she was afraid of being penetrated."

   I was proud of how I had raised Ashley to discuss sexuality so frankly,
but at the same time, such a conversation with your college daughter is a
bit awkward.

   When I was silent for too long, Ashley continued, "That's not to say she
doesn't like girls, she does, but I think she might be curious about guys
too.  Really that doesn't make her any different than..." She stopped
herself suddenly and looked over at me before adding shyly, "Maybe that's
getting into too much information."

   "Perhaps," I nodded with a brief smile, trying not to react too strongly
one way or another and keeping myself from asking who else might be a
bisexual, but such a question would slip from the merely informative to the
prurient.  "So that's four, who else will be there?" I asked moving her
along.

   We were close to the cabin now, in fact we had just made the final turn
down the partially paved, private road that led to the cabin.  The snow had
piled at least a foot deep, and we could hear the tires crunching over the
plowed remnants of the snowfall as I slowed the car.

   "Well that just leaves..." the cabin came into sight and there was
already a car parked along side of it.

   "Lexi," I said, both completing my daughter's sentence and identifying
the young red head standing next to the parked car playing on her phone and
giving us a wave without even looking up.  A younger looking brunette stood
next to her, a bit shorter, and I assumed rightly that this was Kate.

   When I spoke before about letting my mind drift regarding my daughter's
friends, it was Lexi I was thinking about.  Four years of my daughter's
friendship had led to several prolonged stays at our house.  More than a
few times I had come downstairs into our kitchen in the middle of the night
or early in the morning to find Lexi, shoulder length curly red hair mussed
from sleeping in the most adorable way, wearing nothing but an oversized
tee shirt that barely covered her cotton panties and did nothing to cover
her long lean legs.  She never seemed the slightest embarrassed, and in my
fantasies, I imagined that she was intentionally teasing me.

   She would always smile and say, "Hi Mr.  Crenshaw," in the most
delightful way, looking at me with emerald eyes almost too innocent, like
it was a put on meant to tempt me.  If I responded at all it was always a
grumble.  I didn't dare risk pleasantries or else I'd end up flirting, and
again...  daughter's best friend, I'm not going to be that guy, so I
imagine I always came off as cold or downright mean.  Better that than a
pervert.

   As I brought the car to a halt, Ashley jumped out and rushed to give her
friends a hug.  There were typical young woman squeals as they brimmed with
excitement for the weekend.

   "Hi Mr.  Crenshaw," I heard Lexi's voice.  There it was, that same
teasing look I'd grown to expect and look forward to.

   "Hello Lexi," I replied, my tone as chilly as the December air, and
then, to Ashley, "Take your friends inside and check to make sure the
cleaning service made up all the beds and removed the covers from the
furniture.  I'll unload the car."

   "Yes sir, daddy, sir," Ashley said making a mock salute followed by
giggling by all three of the girls as they turned and disappeared inside
the cabin.

   I took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and watched it exhale as
steam.  "This could be a long weekend," I thought to myself as I grabbed
our two suitcases out of the trunk.

   Before I could make it up the porch and into the cabin, another car
arrived.

   The driver, a young woman with mocha skin and dark hair cut into a bob,
leaned forward and rested her forehead on the steering wheel as soon as the
car stopped.  It was a move of both exhaustion and relief.  While the snow
fall had been pretty thick over the past few days, the roads were far from
treacherous, so I wondered what prompted the move.

   My question was answered as the front and rear passenger doors opened
and two absolutely stunning blondes stepped out mid-argument.

   "Are you kidding me?" the one who had been sitting in front said,
exasperated.  "The reason you don't have a car of your own is that daddy
thinks you're a terrible driver."

   "That's such a lie!" the other immediately responded, "You know as well
as I do that I don't have a car because I chose to spend last winter in
Switzerland at that ski resort instead."

   I cleared my throat, and they both looked my way.

   "You must be Mr.  Crenshaw," the first said.  "I'm Jane."

   "And I'm Janet," said the other immediately.  "Can I help you carry
things inside?"

   "I bet I can carry more than you," Jane said before I could respond, and
off they ran to the still open trunk of my car, collecting boxes to settle
their contest.

   As they ran off the driver stepped out and rolled her eyes.  "Ashley
said you'd be able to keep those two in line."

   "Oh I doubt that very much," I chuckled.  "I take it you're Erika, I'm
Alex, or uh," I stuttered, "Mr.  Crenshaw, I guess, Ashley's dad."

   She smiled at my awkwardness.  It was always difficult to decide how
Ashley's friends should refer to me now that she was grown and about to
graduate college.  "Well Alex," she said with a slow smile as she took a
box from my arms and lightened my load.  "It's nice to meet you."

   She walked up the stairs to the main door of the cabin and I followed,
unable to help noticing the perfectly round ass concealed by her jeans as
she went ahead of me.

   When she reached the top of the stairs she turned to me and smiled
deviously, "Alex, were you looking at my ass?"

   I never had good poker skills, so I'm sure I immediately blushed with
wide eyes like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  Even
so I stammered my denials, "Um...  what?  No, of course not."

   Ashley, Lexi, and Kate emerged from the house, but when I reached the
top of the stairs Erika leaned toward me and quickly whispered, "It's okay.
I know I have a nice ass," then she leaned back and looked down behind me,
"and I'm not the only one."

   Without missing a beat she was off, welcomed into the house with the
three other girls chattering away without so much as a glance back at me.
It was going to be a long weekend.

   Soon, with much help from the twins, the cars were unpacked and the
fridge and cabinets were stocked.  I excused myself to my study, which was
upstairs and in the back of the cabin, attached to my bedroom.  That left
the massive front room and the entire downstairs for the girls to have
their fun and be well out of my way.  Aside from the occasionally audible
cacophony of laughter, I was able to settle in as if I were alone.

   Of course I wasn't alone.  I was sharing a cabin with five gorgeous
young women.  Five?  No, six.  Ashley was as lovely as the rest of them if
I were being honest.  And while I tried to remind myself that despite being
in decent shape myself, having a full head of thick dark hair with only a
touch of grey and a relatively flat stomach, I was little more than
someone's dad to them.

   Except Erika was flirting with me.  There was no doubt about that.  If
maybe I found a way to be alone...  I had to stop myself.  What on earth
was I thinking?  Not only trying to hook up with my daughter's friend, but
doing so practically right under her nose?  As if it were even possible. 
No, I told myself, focus on work, ignore those stray thoughts.

   Slipping out of my room, I went quietly down the stairs toward the
kitchen to get some ice for a drink, the chatter of the girls in the family
room coming closer.  As I all but tiptoed in across the door, I peeked in
to see the girls sitting around the room in various positions, smiling and
paying no attention to me.  Most were wearing some form of pajamas,
generally t-shirts and either shorts or sweats, a fairly decent display,
thankfully.

   I hesitated for just a moment and sought out Erika, letting her svelte,
athletic figure burn into my mind.  If she saw me, she didn't acknowledge
it, consumed as she was in whatever it is that college girls chat about. 
But I didn't dare linger long, it was a bit too pervy as it was.  Just a
glance, taking in the smile in her deep brown eyes, filed away for some
future memory.

   I turned into the kitchen, lost in thought and admittedly still a bit
flustered and as I do I almost run right into Lexi, who, deftly avoided a
collision and the subsequent spilling of her drink, by taking a hop back
and out of my way.

   Surprised by the close call, I gasped, "Oh I'm sorry Lexi, I wasn't
paying any attention."

   "That's okay, Mr.  Crenshaw," she said with that same exaggerated
innocence that drove me crazy.  "We all get...  distracted."

   As she said this I noticed that unlike the other girls she was dressed
in lingerie.  A forest green camisole top that barely reached her waistline
and matching silk shorts that revealed the better part of thighs toned by
youth and a lifetime of swimming.  The coloring set off both her deep green
eyes and ginger hair, bringing out every bit of her Irish heritage.

   As I took her in, I struggled for something to say, but all that I could
safely muster was a seemingly out of the blue, "Aren't you afraid you'll
get cold?"

   She tilted her head to the side and placed just the touch of her
fingertips of her left hand on my chest, "I'm sure I can find ways to keep
warm." And then she giggled and slid past me out of the kitchen, dragging
her hand across my chest and arm as she went.

   The kitchen was across the hall from the family room where the girls had
gathered, and as I stood there for a moment, collecting myself, the drone
of the girls' chatter suddenly became unnaturally hushed and the entire
house stood quiet for far too long.

   "That can't be good," I thought to myself, and as I did there was
suddenly a kind of shriek followed by a burst of giggles.  Lexi was clearly
telling them about our encounter.  I wondered what she had said.  It had
been innocent enough, but surely she embellished.  "Oh poor, Ashley," I
thought.  It can't be easy hearing the other girls describe your father as
perving on them.  I suddenly felt like I had lead in my stomach.

   Retrieving some ice from the freezer I poured myself more than a four
finger share of the Scotch I kept hidden in the cabinets and took a long
slow sip followed by a deep breath.

   "Daddy?" my moment of collecting myself was interrupted by my daughter's
voice.  She stood in the doorway to the kitchen on one foot, the other leg
bent and rested on tip toe twisting behind her.  In front of her she played
with her own fingers as she looked at me, chin down, forcing her doe eyes
to stare up at me sheepishly.  The effect was captivating shyness.  And I
had to remind myself that she was my daughter, after all.

   "Oh hi Ashley," I said in muted surprise.  "Having fun with your
friends?" I hoped to God that she wasn't here to ask me why I was ogling
her best friend like a fiend.

   She seemed surprised by the question.  "Um, yes," she hesitated, "we're
having fun, I guess.  But Daddy," again with the shyness, "I need to ask a
favor."

   I was sure this was about to be the most awkward conversation I'd ever
had, and I suppose in a way I turned out to be right about that, though not
as I imagined.

   "The girls and I need your help," she bit her lower lip almost as a way
to keep calm, "we need a judge for a contest."

   I raised an eyebrow.  That wasn't what I had been expecting.  "What kind
of contest?"

   Despite her nervousness she was clearly ready for this question, "The
kind of contest girls have at sleepovers." And she took my hand and pulled
me out of the kitchen bringing me into the family room with a mix of
curiosity and extreme hesitation.

   "So he'll do it?" one of the twins asked excitedly seeing me walk into
the room behind my daughter.

   "Do what, exactly?" I asked again, unsatisfied with Ashley's vagueness.

   "Oh, you were supposed to tell him," Lexi said giving Ashley a
disapproving look.

   "He's here, isn't he?" Ashley shot back and dropped my hand and moved to
the other side of the room, sort of behind Lexi and in the shadow.

   "Look Ladies," the use of the word 'ladies' causing a few of the girls
to giggle.  "Look," I started again, "just tell me what this is about. 
Ashley said it's a contest?"

   "Well, Mr.  Crenshaw," Lexi began with that same drippingly tease of a
voice I'd come to expect, "We were hanging up some mistletoe and began
arguing about who the best kisser is, and now," she smiled sweetly, "We
need a judge."

   I went slack-jawed at the implication, or should I say invitation.  I
didn't immediately respond; I had no words.

   "We'd do it ourselves, but," Lexi continued, "we're afraid we're too
familiar with each other to make for impartial judgments."

   I was still recovering from the invitation to judge a kissing contest
between the members of my daughter's swim team, now I had to deal with the
revelation that they were familiar with each other's kisses?

   My eyes glanced around the room.  All eyes on me, with expressions
ranging from Lexi's wicked smile to a kind of breathless anticipation from
the freshman, Kate.  Ashley was in the back, not making eye contact with
me, and instead stared intently at the floor.

   Of course I was flustered, and more than a bit taken with the idea, but
at that moment, all I cared about was Ashley's opinion of me.  "Look,
girls, or um, ladies," I stammered, "that would be highly inappropriate."
The girls booed me mockingly and I had to smile.  "Seriously," I continued,
"you can't expect..."

   "It's just a kiss," Erika interrupted with a sly smile.

   "And you'll be blindfolded," one of the twins spoke up, Jane I think,
"You won't even know which one of us is which."

   "I'm not sure that's the point," I protested, backing away, but as I
did, Janet, who was seated in the couch next to where I stood, reached out
and took hold of my hand pulling me back into the room.

   "Come on, Mr.  Crenshaw," Lexi added, "please?"

   At that point Ashley lifted her head and looked up at me with an odd
look, almost taunting me, "It's only a game, daddy.  And you said you'd be
here for emergencies." Then she smiled and added, "Well, let's just say
this is an emergency."

   Ignoring the other girls in the room I asked her, "You're okay with
this?"

   "Just relax, dad," she replied, "have a little fun."

   Before I could raise any more objections, which, if I'm being honest,
was merely a pretense to ethics at this point, a piece of cloth, most
likely a silk scarf, or possibly a stocking, covered my eyes and was tied
in place behind me.  The girls giggled around me knowing that I was
committed to playing the game.

   Blind as I was, I felt unable to move without risking hurting myself or
others, so I stood still, at least until two delicate hands took hold of
mine and urged my forward a few steps.

   Suddenly Lexi's voice was in my ear.  "Ok, Mr.  Crenshaw," she whispered
seductively, "for this we want you on your knees." I couldn't help but
smirk a little as I lowered myself per her instructions with the help of
whoever's hands I was holding.

   "Now," Lexi continued, obviously kneeling beside me as I could still
feel her breath on my ear as she spoke, "Each girl will kiss you in turn,
but we've drawn random numbers for order.  All you have to do is kiss us
back, and remember which number you like best."

   "Can he use his hands?" another voice called out, I think it was
Janet's.

   "How would he use his hands to kiss?" a similar voice, probably Jane's
answered incredulously.

   "Like to pull us in and run through our hair and stuff." Janet replied.

   "...And stuff." I could almost hear Jane's eyes roll at her sister.

   "What do you think, Mr.  Crenshaw?" Lexi whispered, "would you like to
be able to touch us?"

   I stammered in response to the insinuating question and Lexi just
giggled.

   "Of course he can use his hands," Ashley said authoritatively, "If he
wants to.  But we can't touch him any more than is appropriate for
kissing."

   Before I had a chance to process what that might mean, Lexi, now
standing away from me from the sound of it announced.  "Alright, Number
One, you're up."

   My heart beat madly as I waited for what would happen next.  Images from
middle school parties playing spin the bottle and hoping that Kathy May's
spin would land on me.  "This is ridiculous," I thought to myself, "You're
a grown man, calm down, you've kissed plenty of..."

   My thoughts were interrupted by the tentative touch of soft lips against
my own.  For a moment I was motionless, but I could tell the owner of the
lips was bound and determined to get a reaction as she kissed the corner of
my still mouth.  So I began to reciprocate, meet her movements, become more
assertive for my own part.  She tasted of strawberry, and I reached out for
her and pulled her closer and in the sudden silence of the room I heard a
slight gasp as what I imaged were five sets of eyes watching us.  For her
part she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as our lips fed off of one
another.

   "Time's up," I heard Lexi say, a bit breathless but still authoritative.
The girl pulled away and left me wanting.  It was a good kiss, I'd
definitely go back for more if given the opportunity.

   A different voice, Jane's I think, announced, "Okay, number two, you're
up."

   Almost immediately I felt two soft hands on either side of my face
followed not by lips but by slight lick of her tongue against my mouth.  I
instinctively opened and she plunged her tongue fully into my mouth and
pressed her lips to mine.  In truth it was a bit aggressive, but it had its
charm.  She was eager to show off how much she wanted, and our tongues
entwined in a sloppy wet kiss as I held her by her slender hips.

   It crossed my mind to slide my hands up and cup her breasts.  I would
have done that if it were a proper hook up, but before I could act, Jane
called out, "Time's up." Only this time the girl didn't stop kissing me,
and I heard Jane say, "If you don't stop you forfeit, and you know what
that means."

   Instantly she stopped.  I wonder what they made the girls who forfeit
do? My mind was alive with possibilities, no doubt the effect of two
college aged kisses with more to come.  My mind wasn't the only thing that
was alive with possibilities.

   Contestant number three kneeled in front of me and brought her mouth
close to mine, and instead of kissing me, flicked her small tongue out and
licked my lips and giggled.  I can't say it was my favorite sensation, but
the attitude was all committed to the contest and when I leaned forward to
kiss her properly, she backed away before leaning in hard and practically
assaulting my mouth with her tongue.  I wrapped my arms around her and
pulled her forward and she eagerly moved against my body, straddling my
lap. When she began to grind against me, the girl in charge, who this time
sounded like Erika, warned that grinding was grounds for a forfeit.  Number
three dutifully slid off my lap giving a disappointed moan as she finished
the kiss.

   Needless to say, after that, I was struggling to maintain my calm and
dispassionate exterior, so when the next mouth to press against mine barely
did so at all I wasn't having it.  Number four's kiss was tentative and
chaste, but after the previous three girls working me up a bit, I wasn't
exactly a passive participant anymore.  So I reached forward and pulled her
svelte body against mine and kissed her more deeply.  When I did that there
was an audible gasp behind me.  I couldn't help but smile into my kiss. 
This had to be Kate, the shy freshman, because once I pulled her to me she
responded immediately, parting her lips and letting her tongue dance with
mine.  That's how Ashley had described her anyway, shy until she loosens
up.

   This kiss went on a bit longer than the others, and as it did my hands
wandered the girl's body, even reaching down and grasping her firm athletic
ass.  I think the directing voice this time was Janet's and she must have
been getting heated herself watching us because when she spoke she acted
like she had lost track of time.

   "Oh, um" she said, "That's time you two." And her words were a bit
breathless.

   I released number four a bit tentatively and smiled softly, a bit
embarrassed of the show I had undoubtedly let myself put on with one of my
daughter's friends.  "Okay, I said, cheerfully, trying to break the obvious
tension in the room, "Who's next?"

   When number five began, she didn't kiss my mouth, but leaned forward and
nibbled my ear, which, I admit, sent a shiver down my spine.  This was met
by a stern warning from Kate this time, saying, "mouths only number 5," and
number five dutifully kissed along my chin from my ear to my mouth before
pressing her lips softly against my own.  It was a teasing kiss that never
really teased.  Somehow, in the combination of beginning with my ear and
only softly kissing my mouth, I wanted more.  My hands wandered her back,
and her fingers ran up through my hair.  It was a kiss made for film, and
when Kate said "Time's Up," number five pulled away and left me kissing
empty air.

   I stayed kneeling for a second, collecting my thoughts and moved to
stand up and pull off the blindfold, and I was met with a chorus of gasps
and protests, and hands even pushing my shoulders so that I'd go back down
to my knees.

   "What?" I asked innocently, still blind but smiling at the attention of
these college girls.  "There are five of you, I kissed five of you.  Why
can't I take the blindfold off?"

   It was Ashley who spoke from behind me.  "There are six of us, daddy."
Her voice soft and low and the full force of her words shot through me.

   I imagine my face went pale and the room remained silent as I processed
the realization that in all likelihood I had just made out with my daughter
while her friends watched.  What was she thinking?  Were they making her do
that?  My stomach was suddenly full of butterflies, and I made a motion to
pull off the blindfold and call and end to the game, but I felt a soft hand
on my forearm.

   Ashely's mouth was against my ear and she whispered, "It's okay...  it's
just a silly game.  But if you get upset and don't finish, then it will
always be something more."

   I didn't really know how to respond.  There was a certain logic to it, I
suppose.  I mean, I could always dny it was anything but a silly game, and
clearly she didn't seem to mind.  I took a long slow deep breath and simply
nodded.

   "Number 6," Ashley said moving away from me, "You're up."

   Of course with the realization I had just made out with my own daughter,
I was tense and not quite in the mood to play anymore, and the sixth girl
seemed to understand this.  She kneeled in front of me and placed her hands
on either side of my face, leaned in and kissed me lightly, a sensual
little peck, and then she stood up and moved away.

   I was still processing my shock when I heard Lexi say, "Before you take
off the blindfold, you have to tell us who won."

   If I wanted to continue the game, keep it as a game, I had to pick a
winner, but, my God, what if I picked Ashley?  It would be terrible, just
terrible, so I did the only thing I could think of that would avoid that.

   "Number six," I said, "number six is the winner.  She kissed me exactly
how I wanted to be kissed."

   "Lame," Janet whined, "He's only saying that so..."

   "It's his to choose, and he chose number six," Lexi interrupted with a
disapproving scold in her voice.  "Number six, sit in front of Mr. 
Crenshaw so when he takes off his blindfold he'll see who you are."

   After half a second I took the blindfold off my eyes and blinked, and
when I had readjusted to the light, I saw Erika smiling sheepishly at me.
Her big brown eyes giving me a kind of apologetic stare.

   I couldn't help but smile back at her, and I could not resist reaching
forward and taking her hand in mine and mouthing "thank you," as I did. 
She really had kissed me exactly how I wanted to be kissed in that moment.

   The girls watched silently as I stood and I couldn't help feel as if I
had been victim of some sort of conspiracy, but why would Ashley allow
this? Even if Ashley had impure thoughts or desires for me, enlisting her
friends seemed like a terrible idea.

   "If you girls need anything else," I said as I stood in the doorway,
ready to leave, "well, I'll be busy, you'll just have to figure it out." I
glanced at Ashley and shot her a look that conveyed my anger at feeling
like I'd been tricked into something I would never do, and her eyes
immediately went to the floor.

   As I walked down the hallway back to my room, I heard the den break out
into a cacophony of whispers as no doubt the girls couldn't wait to process
what had just happened.  I set my jaw and just kept walking until the sound
faded and I closed the door to my room behind me.

   I was angry.  Or, no, I wasn't.  I mean, of course I was sort of, but I
was also forcing myself to be angry, forcing myself to keep from
experiencing the myriad of other feelings that were competing for my
attention just as the girls had competed for my approval.  Anger I could
handle, but being aroused, curious, confused; those were feelings I just
couldn't process, so I forced anger to the fore and stewed in it as I sat
back on my bed.

   Soon though, the pretense of anger gave way to reflection.  As I thought
through the five kisses who remained anonymous, I wondered if I could
figure out who was who.  I didn't really want to think about, or maybe I
didn't want to admit that I wanted to think about it, but as I laid back in
bed, sipping a scotch, I went over each kiss in my head.

   Number three had giggled when she flicked her tongue against my lips,
that wasn't Ashley, I'd have recognized her by sound, I think.  The other
four were all possible, but I couldn't help returning to the inescapable
thought that Ashley had to be number four.

   When number four had first kissed me it was barely a peck, but then I
had amped it up, pulled her in, and only then did she open up and kiss me
properly, like a woman should kiss a man.  At the time I figured it was
Kate since she is the youngest of the group and quite shy, but upon
reflection...  Oh god, did I inadvertently force my daughter to kiss me
properly?

   I couldn't help but think it through, and the way the kiss of number
four had morphed from chaste and shy into the hottest of the six.  What it
must have looked like to the other girls, a daughter wrapped in passionate
embrace with her father, the two grinding against each other...  I pictured
it in my head, Ashley and I, wrapped up like that with the other girls
watching with slack jaws or hungry expressions as the the passion overtook
the room.

   My cock began to grow in my boxers and I mindlessly began rubbing myself
through the fabric as I began to fixate on my memory of number four,
enhanced with visions of my own daughter.

   It was then, in this aroused, slightly buzzed state, that there was a
knock on my door.

   I left off an exasperated sigh, climbed off the bed and opened the door.
Lexi was standing there doing her best impression of a shy little girl,
which was quite a feet given that she was still barely covered in her deep
green lingerie.

   I had half a mind to pull her into the room and just take her.  She had
clearly been the architect of their little "contest." But cooler heads
prevailed.

   "Look Lexi," I said shaking my head, "just leave me alone..."

   She placed a slender finger over my lips to hush me.  "Shhh," she
whispered, "I know you're upset and feel tricked, but please, none of us
meant for things to go so far."

   Taking her slim wrist firmly I pulled her hand down away from my mouth.
Her eyes flared wide at my sudden forcefulness.  I started to speak but
then stopped, not really sure what to say.

   "I want to show you something," Lexi leaned forward as she said it,
raising up on her tiptoes to bring her cheek next to mine and her mouth
next to my ear.  "But you have to be very quiet."

   Without waiting for any assent on my part she took advantage of my grip
on her wrist and began to guide me down the hall and down the stairs, back
to the common room.  My grip on her wrist relaxed and she slid her hand
into mine as I followed her.  Soft moans were wafting down the hall and
suddenly my curiosity peaked.

   "Lexi, wha...." but she hushed me again and then motioned me forward to
to edge of the door, sliding out of the way so that I could take the prime
viewing spot.  The lights inside had been dimmed and the glow of the
fireplace provided just enough for me to see Erika's light mocha body
reclined naked on the couch, leaning back into and resting against Ashley,
who cradled her head almost nuturingly while at the same time wrapping her
arms around Erika and squeezing her breasts, tugging her nipples hard.

   Erika's legs were splayed open, one foot on the floor, the other raised
and draped over the back of the couch, and in between them was another
naked girl kneeling on the floor.  Her mousy brown hair shimmered in the
low light as she serviced Erika with her mouth.  The older girl running a
hand through it, gripping it, and grinding against the freshman's obscured
face.

   My eyes darted back to Lexi who had moved closer to me and placed her
hand on my chest, right over my rapidly beating heart.  She smiled sweetly
then lifted up on tiptoes again and whispered in my ear, "Erika won the
contest, and she chose Kate as her prize." She let her tongue dart out and
flick my ear lobe, my eyes so glued on the scene in my cabin's living room
that I barely registered Lexi's tongue.

   When Lexi slid her hand down my chest and over my stomach, cupping my
already thick cock through my trousers, I turned quickly to her, eyes wide.

   "Lexi..." I breathed heavily, "this isn't..."

   She cut me off by pressing her soft lips to mine, allowing her nimble
tongue to dart into my mouth ever so briefly before pulling away and
whispering into the hollow of my mouth.

   "We were very mean to you before...  just enjoy this..." her hand, far
more expert than her years would suggest stroked me through the thin
material and she let out a girlish giggle, "I can tell you like it..."

   She kissed me again, briefly and then retreated to allow me my view. 
Erika lolled her head back and let out a low pitch moan, and I could tell
Ashley was whispering in her ear, though I couldn't make out what she was
saying.  My concentration only broke when I felt my zipper lower and Lexi's
hand reach into my trousers to lay bare my cock.  When I glanced down, I
saw that she had slipped to her knees in front of me and my thick cock
jutted out toward her young, pretty face, mere inches from her lips.

   She gave me an almost stern look and pointed with her free hand back to
the room, telling me that's what I should be paying attention to, and
without hesitation I obeyed.

   As soon as my eyes were back on Erika's writhing body, I felt the warm
wetness of Lexi's mouth slide down the length of my shaft.  I feared I
moaned a bit too loudly but if the girls in the living room heard me, they
made no indication.

   Lexi took me deep, and I could feel her lips slide down the length of my
shaft, as far down as anyone ever had.  I couldn't help reaching down and
placing my hand on the back of her head as I began to move my hips gently
back and forth.  I glanced down to see my cock disappearing into the mouth
of my daughter's best friend, and watched that for a moment before looking
up and back to the room.

   In the room I saw Kate back away from Erika and sit patiently waiting on
her knees, lips and cheeks glistening with the older girl's ample wetness.
Erika then turned over, so she lay between my daughter's legs, facing her,
and then they kissed...  hard.  Their lithe swimmer's bodies writhing
against each other, for a moment before Erika herself slid down and off the
couch so she was kneeling between my daughter's spread legs.

   I hadn't realized that Ashley was also nude until that moment, and
though I knew I should look away, I couldn't.  Ashley was beautiful, and
her eyes were lidded with pure lust as she watched her friend lean forward
and begin licking her.  Erika wrapped her arms under Ashley's legs and
pulled her forward like a rag doll, the back of her head with its dark mop
of curls moving furiously as I heard Ashley let out a high pitch gasp.

   My cock twitched in Lexi's mouth, but I was riveted on the scene before
me.  What would have been a transformational experience in itself, a
blowjob from my daughter's best friend, was now little more than heightened
masturbation as I watched my daughter writhe and grind under the
administration of another girl's mouth.

   I was getting close, having been teased earlier, and now being blown
while watching something I had never imagined seeing.  I let out a gasp as
my cock began to swell in Lexi's mouth, as I watched my daughter's angelic
face contort and twist.  For a moment it seemed Ashley looked my way, when
suddenly her eyes widened.

   I stared back into her eyes, not sure if she saw me or not, but then her
head rolled back and her body shook in violent orgasm as her thighs
squeezed against Erika's cheeks.  Moaning and whining as wave after wave
washed over her.

   Seeing my daughter cum on the tongue of her friend was too much and I
gripped Lexi's red hair as I flooded her mouth with jets of my thick cum.
Never taking my eyes off of my daughter's writhing body as I emptied myself
into the willing vixen kneeling before me.

   I stumbled back letting my cock drag out over Lexi's lips and chin
before separating from her.  I looked down as I heard her giggle slightly,
wiping a stray strand of cum from her chin with her finger before sucking
that clean as well.

   "I've wanted to do that for years," she smiled as she stood up.  Leaning
in close she whispered in my ear, "Now...  watch this."

   I receded back into the shadows as Lexi walked into the living room
where the three girls lay panting.  I had intended to run back to my room
before I was seen, but I just couldn't.

   Hiding for the most part, unable to disobey Lexi's command, I watched as
she walked over to my daughter, her best friend, and leaned down and gave
her a full kiss on the lips, letting her tongue dart into my daughter's
eager mouth.

   I fell back into the hallway against the wall.  "Oh god," I thought,
"she's letting her taste her own father's cum...  that..." but there was no
word for what Lexi was doing.  And even as it made me shake with unease, I
couldn't help but peek around the corner and watch them continue to kiss,
getting turned on again against my own will and better judgment.

   Somehow I managed to force myself back down the hall and up the stairs,
stopping in the bathroom along the way to splash some water on my face.

   "Oh god, this is getting out of hand," I thought to myself as I looked
at my reflection in the mirror.  I went from blindly kissing all of the
girls, including my daughter, to getting blown by her friend while I
watched my daughter climax on another girl's tongue.  And worst of all,
after swallowing every drop of my cum, Lexi went and kissed my daughter.

   Could she tell?  Did she know what cum tasted like?  I mean, if she
could tell she'd know it was mine, her own father's.  But she didn't seem
to react at all.  Maybe she was too blissful from her orgasm to pay
attention.  Maybe she's never had a guy in her mouth.

   That last thought was a mistake as now I was picturing my daughter
giving some anonymous guy head.  No...  not anonymous.  Fuck, I was
picturing her giving me head.  "Fucking Lexi," I thought, "this is all her
fault."

   I resolved to lock myself into my room and just not come out anymore.  I
had to get away before this got any further out of hand.  "Maybe I can just
leave in the morning,," I considered, "they're all college girls, they
don't really need a chaperon, not that I'm doing a good job of it anyway."

   I splashed one more handful of water on my face and made straight for my
room, despite being curious about what was now transpiring in the living
room.  Needless to say, despite having just cum, I was still agitated and
aroused, with images of my own daughter in my head.

   Of course when I opened the door to my room, I discovered it was not the
sanctuary I had hoped it would be.  Kneeling on my bed, wearing baby doll
nighties, were Jane and Janet both, The one in blue have tied her blonde
hair back in a pony tail, the one in red wearing hers in long pigtails with
matching red ribbons.  They smiled coquettishly.

   I sighed deeply.  This weekend wasn't going as planned.  And while I
wanted to yell and chase them from my room, instead I simply gave an
exasperated, "Girls..."

   "Mr.  Crenshaw," Jane, the more serious of the two began, "you kind of
let us down before."

   I leaned back against the now closed door trying not to ogle the college
aged twins.  I tried to sound annoyed as I asked, "Oh yeah?  How's that?"

   "Well..." said Janet, "the entire point was for you to say which of us
is the better kisser, and then you picked Erika with that silly little peck
she gave you."

   "Honestly girls," I said trying to play naive, "I can't answer your
question, I was blind folded, remember?"

   Janet giggled at my obtuseness, and Jane spoke, "Well, you're not
blindfolded now...  are you?" She lowered her chin and chewed nervously on
her thumb while her eyes bore into me.

   "Get out," I managed the courage to say, even going so far as to open
the door to my room.  When neither of them moved, I added a stern, "Now!"

   Jane smirked and got up, saying, "Come on Janet, he's obviously not up
to it." And I admit the insinuation cut me a little.

   As they came up to where I stood holding the door open, Janet muttered
under her breath, "Pretty bad mood for someone who just got blown."

   My eyes went wide and I slammed the door and held it closed before they
could leave, "You saw that?" I asked nervously.

   "Mhmm," Jane said.  "Why?  You're not worried we'd tell, are you?"

   I glanced back and forth between them, obviously anxious but remained
silent.

   Janet giggled again, leaning into her sister and saying loud enough for
me to hear, "I bet Ashley wouldn't like the thought of her daddy filling
Lexi's mouth...  " She turned her head toward me cocking it to the side in
the most suggestive way before adding, "She'd be super jealous."

   My mouth went dry, but I managed a weak, "No...  that's not..." but I
was soon cut off as both girls took a position on either side of me,
placing their hands on my chest and gently edging me back to the bed.

   "If she'd be jealous of that..." Jane said, "She'd be absolutely green
over what we're about to do to you..."

   I fell into the bed once the back of my knees made contact with the edge
of the matress, each girl sliding up beside me, one on my left, one on my
right.  They closed in and kissed either cheek, and nibbled their way to
ear lobes as they continued pushing me down until I lay on my back, with
them cooing and giggling as they nibbled each ear and nuzzled my neck.

   I could have stopped them, I know.  I should have demanded they leave.
Truthfully their talking about Ashley had the desired effect and despite my
will, I was hard again.  They quickly discovered this fact as their hands
met at my belt buckle and zipper and began to undo my trousers.

   A delicate hand slid inside my trousers and gripped my thickening cock
as I let out a moan and began giving me light squeezes and slow strokes. 
Another hand reached lower and expertly cupped my balls.

   "He's quite...  gifted," Jane giggled glancing over me and at her
sister.

   "Mhmmm, much better than that guy we met after regionals," her sister
replied, continuing the conversation as if I wasn't even there, "And he
left me sore for a week."

   Janet leaned over me and lightly touched her lips to her sister's.  "I'm
excited," she said before leaning back in and kissing Jane deeply.  I
watched as the two girls' lips parted and their tongues explored each
other's mouths in a way that was both shocking and exhilarating.

   Breaking the kiss, Jane leaned down and covered my mouth with her own
while the hand gripping my hard cock quickened its pace albeit still
stifled by the presence of my boxers.  Yet, as I made out with Jane, I felt
my boxers slip down and over my thighs and off completely as no doubt Janet
had taken it upon herself to free me of my clothing.

   Jane continued to kiss me and her loose flowing blonde hair fell across
my face blinding me to what her sister was doing.  But I could feel the bed
move as the hand left me throbbing in open air for a moment.  The touch of
what must have been inner thigh on either side of my hips as Janet
straddled me, spreading her young thighs wide was soon followed by the
pressure of her folds of wet flesh pressing down along the underside of my
shaft as my cock lay flat against my stomach.  She began to grind along me
and I let out a low moan into her sister's mouth as she did.

   Breaking the kiss, Jane lifted her head from mine and looked back at her
sister.  "I thought I was going first?" She said with a kind of exasperated
pout.

   Janet, who I now saw was fully naked as she sat atop me, was grinding
her athletic hips in such a way that pushed her perfect young breasts out.
Her hair remained in two braided pig tails that fell on either side of her
breasts, and her hands pulled on each of the plaits as if desperate for
something to hold onto.

   "I never agreed to that," She breathed as she continued to grind,
"you'll just have to find something else to do..." she let out a little
gasp, "until I'm finished."

   As both Jane and I watched, Janet lifted herself ever so slightly and
reached down between her splayed thighs and guided my throbbing cock up
into her entrance, and in one fluid motion she sank down and I watched
myself disappear into my daughter's college teammate as she let out a gasp.

   There was little resistance, but her flesh gripped me tightly as every
inch of me reached into her depths until she sat flush against me.  Her
eyes went wide and her tongue wet her lips as her hands went from her hair
to her breasts.  "God Jane," she cooed, "You're gonna love it, if I leave
any for you...." I could almost hear Jane roll her eyes in response.

   As Janet began to roll her hips, riding me slowly, allowing herself to
adjust to being stretched on my cock, Jane got up on her knees next to my
head and looked down at me before informing her sister, "Well there's more
than one way to have fun with a man." Before I could say anything, not that
I would have, she slid her leg over my head so that I was looking up into
the identical version of the young pussy that was currently milking my
cock.

   I instinctively reached up and gripped Jane's hips and urged her to
close the distance between her sex and my mouth, which she eagerly did.  I
parted her folds of flesh with my tongue and began lapping at her as she
ground down against my mouth.  Jane's moans and squeals joined her sister's
as I helped them settle into a rhythm where both girls ground down in time
with one another, both seeking their own pleasure.

   Even with Jane's thighs on either side of my ears, I could hear their
moans muffled as Jane leaned forward and kissed her sister as the one girl
rode my cock and the other my tongue.

   Their moans mingled, and their voices, so close normally, now
vacillating between high pitched whines and low moans, mixed together and
became indistinguishable.

   "Oh god...  yes...  so good," whined one.

   "Uhghh, oh fuck....  please...  fuck..." moaned the other.

   Jane ground down hard on my mouth as Janet was positively slamming down
on my cock as the sound of wet slaps filled the room each time she brought
her hips down.  I lapped at Jane's lovely young cunt, tasting the sweet and
tart sex of a young woman who had just matured.  It had been so long since
I tasted a woman, my tongue was eager and concentrating on devouring Jane
kept me from losing control as Janet fucked me.

   "Oh fuck...  I'm cumming..." but I wasn't sure which twin cried out
until I felt Janet's already tight pussy spasm around my cock and a sudden
flood of wet as she must have squirted through her orgasm.  And as I was
distracted by Janet's flood, her sister ground down on my mouth and tongue,
so hard, nearly smothering me as she let out a high pitched whine as her
own orgasm overtook her.

   Jane's thighs quivered on either side of my head and her pussy, just
like her sister's, let go a flood all over my my face as her whine turned
into an outright scream.

   Both girls spent, fell to the side of me, leaving me to catch my own
breath as I lay still rock hard and now covered in their fluids, but worked
up and eager for more.

   I moved to my knees on the bed behind where Jane lay on her stomach and
took firm hold of her hips and pulled her up to her knees in front of me.
She still was panting from the orgasm she ground out on my mouth, and
merely whimpered as I moved her like a rag doll into position.

   Taking hold of my cock still wet with her sister's cum, I rubbed the
head into Jane's swollen sex and pushed into her.  She squealed at the
invasion as I sank into her, but she was tighter than her sister and in
order to reach her depths I had to pull back and push in a second time.

   "Oh fuck, he's big!' She squealed as her head suddenly lifted off of my
mattress and she raised herself onto her elbows.

   "I told you," Janet laughed as I began to fuck her sister with long slow
strokes, holding her slim hips up and making sure she stayed in position
for me.  Janet rose up behind me and draped her arms over my shoulder.

   "Do you like fucking my sister?" She whispered in my ear as Jane let out
squeals and moans with each thrust of my hips.  "Is she as good as I am?"

   There was that competitive nature I had seen all day.  Still, I wasn't
in any position to parse my words, so I said the first thing that came to
mind.  "She's tighter," I grunted as I continued thrusting.

   Janet pulled back from me a little, her voice perturbed.  "That's only
because she's more of a prude."

   "Am...Am...n...n...not..." Jane stuttered through pleasure and a series
of thrusts.

   Janet came closer again, her mouth nibbling my ear, "You should fuck her
harder...  break that little prude wide open."

   Her words had the desired effect as I began pounding harder into Jane,
her blonde hair flailing as she threw her head back at each new invasion.

   "Yes..." she mewled, looking back at me over her shoulder through a
curtain of corn silk hair, "Fuck me harder..." Her head immediately fell
again as I pumped into her faster, my fingers gripping her taut hips and
pulling her back to meet my now savage thrusts.

   Just like before, Jane began emitting a long low whine that turned into
a squeal as her body started convulsing her small fists gripping at the
sheets as another orgasm rocked through her.  I was too close this time to
stop, and my cock began to swell as my thrusts became more erratic seeking
my own release.

   "Cum in her," Janet whispered, encouraging me further.  "fill her tight
little cunt." Being encouraged by one twin to cum in her sister was more
than enough to push me over the edge and unload jet after jet of my thick
seed deep into the shuddering blonde splayed out before me.

   Janet let out a wicked little chuckle as her tongue darted into my ear.
As my head cleared I wondered if this too was part of their game.  If Janet
had convinced me to cum in her sister knowing her sister was unprotected,
ruining her for future swim meets if not everything else.

   I leaned back and pulled out of Jane who fell forward onto her stomach.
I admit I watched as between her splayed thighs my cum slid out of her well
fucked pussy and pooled on the mattress.  If Jane was concerned she didn't
show it, instead just panting and catching her breath.

   As I leaned back on the bed, Janet bent down and took my softening cock
in her mouth, licking me clean of both mine and her sister's cum.  While
the two girls were both beautiful and sexually eager, Janet was clearly the
nastier of the two.  I could tell she was hoping to get me hard again, but
after two orgasms already that night, I wasn't sure I had it in me.

   "You two need to get back to your room before someone sees you in here,"
I said as reached down and lifted Janet's mouth from my semi hard cock.

   "Awww," she whined, "Jane got to cum twice and I only came once.  It's
not fair." The braided pigtails only making her look more petulant.

   "Come on, Janet," Her sister said slowly raising herself up.  "We're
still here for two more days.  I doubt that's the last time you'll cum."

   "It better not be," Janet replied, "I'm keeping score, and I'm going to
beat you even though you're up 2-1 now."

   Jane rolled her eyes as she gathered her clothes, moving gingerly
through the room.  "Masturbation orgasms don't count," she declared.

   The two girls left and closed my door behind them.  I wondered if anyone
had seen them, or maybe even heard them.  God, what if Ashley knew I had
fucked two of her teammates?  Rather than shame at the thought, a surge of
renewed sexual energy pulsed through me.  But it was late and I was
exhausted and in no time, fell deep asleep.

   to be continued....



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