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 A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

   By the Friday afternoon, a little before Mr and Mrs Stevens were due
home from work, Matt had almost bored of abusing the two younger girls.

   True he still had a blow job at least once a day and true he still kept
them naked when the house was empty but Ann hadn't been fucked for almost
20 hours, she was timing it, and she was missing it.  Stacey, she knew, had
gone even longer but then Stacey wasn't so happy about fucking her own
brother.

   Anyway, back to the tale.  By the time Mr & Mrs Stevens arrived home all
three teens were dressed, or at least they all wore swimwear.

   The extended family had a relaxed meal around the pool and then Mr
Stevens announced that there was to be a further party next Friday evening.


   "In fact, there are to be two parties next week." He explained "Friday
is work and I'd appreciate help from you pretty young things, even you
Matt" he said laughing "Saturday is my birthday so we'll just have our own
celebrations."

   He looked at his daughter and her friend "a few extra rules I think
girls.  I'm very grateful for the way you "entertain" at these functions
but we have to take care to make sure that nobody gets carried away as much
as those arseholes last time." He paused to give the girls long enough to
remember.  "True they did sign a very lucrative contract the following
week, but I have no wish to put any of you in serious danger.  An admiring
glance or quick feel is one thing but if they hadn't been interrupted they
would have gone much further than that."

   Once again he paused.

   "So" Mr Stevens went on "It's no drinking for you girls during those
events.  That way you get to keep your wits about you and, if you are quick
enough, your clothes in place!"

   Everybody laughed at that.

   Mrs Stevens joined in "You know we have no concerns about you having a
drink wit us when you are safe but not more than the briefest sip of fizz
before or during one of those bashes, ok?"

   Both girls nodded their agreement.

   The following day, Saturday, saw yet another round of shopping and, once
again, money appeared to be no object.

   On Sunday Mrs Stevens caught Ann alone and took her aside.  Everybody
else was stretched out on the loungers catching sun and Ann had come into
the kitchen for some water.  Mrs Stevens simply followed her in.

   "Ann dear" she started "I have an idea for my husbands
birthday.............." 20 minutes later Stacey squinted as she looked up
at her friends return.

   "Where've you been?" she queried.

   "Got caught up watching some lame tv show" replied Ann smoothly.

   The Friday evening cocktail party was quite formal.  As usual during
these events the youngsters stayed out of the way until all of the guests
had a chance to arrive and then made their grand appearance.  Mr Stevens
would always be off to one side simply watching which of his guests reacted
to the teens arrival and, indeed, how they reacted.

   This time the girls wore nearly matching outfits.  Both wore shimmering
sequinned sleeveless tops with high necks.  The tops were just long enough
to occasionally collide with the short black skirts that each teen wore. 
When top and skirt weren't colliding a flash of pale skin attracted
attention.  Stacey wore a gold top whilst Ann's was silver.  Both wore flat
shoes.

   Matt wore a very grown up dinner jacket and looked quite the young man
around town.  Even with clothes covering his fir young body he soon had a
number of the female guests queuing up to "talk" to him.

   Mr & Mrs Stevens briefly came together.

   "Very fetching outfits the girls have on dear" said Mrs Stevens to her
husband.  "Might need a bit of oomph to grab anybodies attention though."
She continued.

   "Wait until the swimwear section" winked her husband

   In fact despite the relative modest ness of their attire the girls too
were attracting considerable attention.  A number of the men who Mr Stevens
was particularly targeting were quite comfortable making polite small talk
with the girls.  The same men who only a few weeks before had been most
uncomfortable in the presence of two nearly naked 13 year olds.

   Moreover, Mr Stevens noticed that, whilst the girls were working
reasonably closely, Ann was quite confident and content working her own
small circle.  "Pretty good for a newbie" he thought to himself.

   He waited for some time to allow the drink to sink in before announcing
that the pool was open if the kids were interested.  He explained to a
nearby group that he felt that they had been grown up quite long enough for
one night.

   He noticed the girls chatting to their small entourage as they slowly
led them over the lawn towards the patio and pool area beyond.  He also
noticed that Matt, by prior arrangement, was staying the course in his
formal clothes and keeping the right females well away from the patio area.

   Excusing himself from the current grouping he made his own way towards
the edge of the pool complex, supposedly heading towards the bar, but
actually needing to see for himself what reaction the girls would get.

   By the time he was in position the girls had lost all but three of their
followers.  Most were too sheepish or frightened of their wives to be
willingly led.  The three that remained were either stupid, drunk or
probably both.

   He watched as the men stood in a misshapen line making comments about
skinny dipping.  He watched his daughters mouth open and could imagine the
tone of voice as he read her lips.

   "Silly, we have our suits on already - there are spares in the cubicles
if you gentlemen want to try the pool."

   And then they stripped.

   It took seconds for the sequinned tops to be tossed aside to reveal
those familiar triangle coverings that the string tied bikinis always
offered.  Shoes were kicked off and the skirts undone and the girls stood,
side by side, facing their small audience.

   A brief smattering of applause was quickly silenced and replaced by
gasps as the girls turned, briefly displayed the slimmest of strips of
material at the rear of their thong bikinis and jumped into the pool.

   Mr Stevens grinned as all three men moved towards the cubicles on the
far side of the room.

   Knowing that all was well and making a note to check back shortly he
went to join another small group for his very practised small talk.

   Back in the pool the girls weren't alone for long.  Long enough for
Stacey to notice that Ann was allowing her own hand to slip between her
thighs a little.

   "Hey Ann" she whispered "I can see you're hot for it but don't get
carried away huh"

   Ann pulled her had from her bikini briefs and stuck her tongue out at
the more experienced "entertainer".

   The first man to emerge was probably the oldest of the three.  In his
50's with thinning hair and a belly that flowed freely over the swimming
shorts he now wore.  He jumped in and hadn't surfaced when number two
emerged.  Younger, more hair but almost as big a belly.  Number three was
at his shoulder.  Nothing to significantly distinguish him as far as the
girls were concerned, too old, too stupid and too fat to be allowed out
without chaperones.

   Ann and Stacey smiled at each other as the third man hit the water and
the games began.

   At first it was light hearted splashing.  That naturally turned into
chases which naturally turned into a hunt.  Three older men chasing two fit
and nubile teens around a pool.  There was no competition and the girls
would never have been caught, had they not wanted to be.

   It was number 1 who first boldly went and yelled out a victory
celebration as hi hands slid over firm buttocks.  That seemed to spur on 2
and 3 and the girls, slowing now, found themselves "brushed up against"
quite often.  As they slowed still further hands became more reticent to
leave their young bodies, breasts were grazed, playful smiles and winks
exchanged and pussys were manhandled.

   Mr Stevens popped back every now and then.  Content that the girls were
moving freely he wandered off again for another round in the garden.  It
was just after one of these fly pasts that it occurred.

   It definitely wasn't in the plan and it wasn't intended either but as
number 2 slipped his hand between Stacey's parted legs as she swam past his
wristwatch caught the tie of her bikini bottoms.

   Anxious to swim through the thong Stacey made determined strokes and it
was only when she felt the scrap of material fully leave her did she
realise her problem.  By then number 2 was holding up the scrap and
whooping to his compatriots.

   "oops" she squealed "can I have that back mister?" she said in her best
school girl squeak.  It was meant to say, "don't worry accidents happen and
we can still carry on playing" what it actually said to number 2 was "what
took you so long?"

   "Sure" said number two beaming from ear to ear and holding the garment
towards her.

   Two quick strokes and Stacey was with him, a flash of movement later and
he held her across the chest with her back to him as his free hand
attempted to undo the bikini top.

   Number 3 laughed at the sight but Ann knew it was going wrong and moved
to help her friend.  Number 1 moved too, but not to help Stacey.  More to
help himself.

   Grabbing Ann, number 1 quickly tore off the bikini top and, after a
slight struggle, worked the bikini bottoms undone as well.  He tossed the
clothing, if it could be called that, to the side of the pool.  Stacey was
also quickly devoid of clothes and the hunt became a proper hunt with the
girls swimming to the best of their ability to keep out of range and find a
way out of the pool.

   When Mr Stevens made another pass he noticed that girls still keeping a
good distance, smiled, and moved off again.

   Try as they might, Ann and Stacey couldn't find a way past all three to
make it to the steps.  The occasional hand would grab at breast or cunt as
they swam around trying to keep out of reach but they held their ground for
a time.  It was bound to happen though and it was Stacey who finally fell
prey to numbers one and three together.

   Whilst number two kept Ann cornered in the deep end of the pool numbers
one and three dragged Stacey off to the shallows.

   There she was displayed in all her naked glory, breasts, though they
didn't call them that, were grabbed and fondled and hands cupped her mound
as the girl stood between the two men shivering.

   Finally, Ann realised that she needed to rest and gave in, much to the
delight of number two who grabbed at her naked body as they made there way
towards the rest of the group.

   In fact, quite by chance, number two made the smartest move.  One hand
gripped Ann's shoulder and the other spent the entire time between her
thighs as he "taught her to swim".

   In the short distance between one end of the pool and the other, the
young girl became quite aroused.  A fact not missed by her captors when her
body was propelled from the water and displayed as Stacey's had been.  The
sheen which formed rapidly between her legs was patently not water, the
aroma she gave off smacked of anything but sweet innocence and the groan
she voiced when number two inserted his index finger into her cunt was the
final tell tale sign.

   "Hot bitch wants it." One of the men said

   "Bring them" said another

   The girls were encouraged out of the pool and towards the cubicles on
the far side of the room.

   Once inside Ann was shoved roughly to her knees.

   "Like cock girly?" hissed a voice

   The girl nodded imperceptibly and Stacey knew they were in real trouble.

   The first stiff erection slipped between Ann's lips and Stacey watched
her go to work.

   Her mind raced through possible escape scenarios as her friend sucked
the first man off.  Trouble was her mind was slowing down as the fingers
slipping in and out of her own passage generated thoughts of their own.

   Ann had white smears on her face now and a second cock in her mouth.

   "You can do that I reckon" said the man fingering Stacey and he pushed
her to her knees as he fumbled to get his own erection out of his shorts.

   By the time his first spurt hit the back of her throat Stacey could see
Ann being laid on the floor.  It was only a matter of time before these old
men would get their erections back and start fucking the two youngsters. 
Stacey too was encouraged onto her back, legs spread.

   The girls looked at each other and the pure lust written in Ann's face
gave Stacey the idea.

   "Want a show mister?" she asked the nearest man as he stroked his
flaccid cock.

   Without waiting for an answer Stacey snaked a hand out to between her
friend thighs.  Another groan, louder this time.

   Stacey clambered onto all fours, straddled her prone friend and lowered
her pussy to Ann's mouth even as she dropped her own head to lap at her
friend.

   "Jesus H Christ" she heard behind her "which one you wanna do first?"

   Then the cubicle erupted.  Number one slumped to the floor ahead of
Stacey, out cold.  Number 2 made a swift exit untouched and number 3 was in
the grip of a mad man.  A very young, very fit and very well dressed mad
man who had already claimed these two sluts for himself.

   Planting his feet either side of the girls Matt fought with classic
intent.  A punch to the flabby stomach ad number three doubled up just in
time to meet an uppercut which sent him sprawling out of the cubicle in a
heap.

   Seconds later and Matt had dumped number 1 in the pool to waken him up
before escorting the girls to the foot of the stairs with instructions not
to come down until called for.

   They were called for about 90 minutes later.

   The party had broken up amid riotous scenes.

   It seems that the cubicle that they were using was where number 2 had
left his clothes.  He hadn't bothered about that as he exited the pool
complex at a run, anxious to get away from the rabid dog killing his
compatriots.  Only one of the guests, his wife, had not found the event
highly amusing.

   Calmed and wrapped in a robe the laughter erupted once more when the
naked form of number 1 clambered out of the pool and swore blind that he
had never seen number 2 before in his life.  Neither marriage was likely to
be able to readily smooth over the obvious gay affair that the guests were
witnessing and nobody ever found out who had been fighting with the deputy
mayor who returned to the party fully dressed but with his lip bleeding
into the ruffles on the front of his shirt.  His story was that he had seen
the other two in the pool, slipped in his surprise and disgust and banged
his head on the way down.  He couldn't quite explain the cut to his lip on
the right and the black eye on the left.  Maybe he bounced.

   Matt had calmed his parents, promising that he had got there in time and
that the girls were fine.  He had been sent to get them and took the time
to explain what had been said as he calmly fucked Ann back to her senses.

   "You alright Sis?" he enquired of Stacey as he withdrew from between
Ann's well spread thighs.

   "Yeah...  what" and then catching his meaning "I'll manage without bro.
Thanks!"

   Dressed in pyjamas and wrapped in robes they joined Mr & Mrs Stevens for
a nightcap.

   Stacey explained how the accidental disrobing had taken place and the
events that followed.  She missed out on the wanton lust of her friend and
the fact that they had both swallowed cum.  She simply explained that they
offered to act out the "lezzy stuff" to delay things.

   Matt was hero of the day.  Cognac and cigars were produced and the party
went on.

   The girls woke with huge hangovers.

   Eventually Stacey clambered out of bed and made her way to the en suite
bathroom.  The water felt good on her skin and she started to get the
alcohol induced cobwebs out of her head.

   She was vaguely surprised when she returned to find Ann's bed empty and
started to dress.  Ann returned a few moments later looking just a little
sheepish.

   "Hey Ann" hissed Stacey "You really are a compete slut you know"

   Ann shrugged her shoulders and made her way towards the shower.

   "Make sure you get my brothers cum out of your hair before breakfast"
Stacey yelled after her.

   The day was reasonably quiet.  Matt and Stacey gave their father small
birthday gifts over the breakfast table and both noticed that neither their
mother nor Ann had gifts to offer.  The matter wasn't given much thought
though and the group were soon taking turns on the tennis court at the far
end o the garden.

   The games were just for fun, which is probably just as well as Mr
Stevens complained how unfair it was for Ann to let her short tennis skirt
ride up so often as he was serving.  Ann blushed deeply but played on.

   The afternoon was spent lounging around the pool and patio and then
dinner arrived in the form of a full catered banquet for the five to share.

   After the meal the group relaxed again with wine and cognac flowing
freely.

   It was around 9.30 when Mrs Stevens moved off, hit a button and the room
was flooded with a light "happy birthday" melody.  Mr Stevens, Stacey and
Matt were all conducting the "orchestra" when the whispy vocals of Marilyn
Monroe's classic "happy birthday Mr President started to pour through the
speakers.

   Almost immediately a miniature Marilyn appeared in the room.  Nobody had
noticed Ann slip away to change and nobody had noticed the other
disappearances in the last day and a half when the girl had been
practising.

   Ann and Mrs Stevens exchanged knowing glances as the teen mimed the
words carefully and expertly as she played with the plentiful folds of the
white Monroe style dress that she wore.

   "Happy Birthday Mr President" was drowned out by a determined "Happy
Birthday Mr Stevens" from Ann and applause rang out as the miniature Monroe
bowed and then bounced into Mr Stevens' lap.

   As she squirmed in his lap the music changed again and this time Matt
and Stacey took to the floor in a classic Tango.  This time Ann looked at
the knowing smile of Mrs Stevens and Mr Stevens gave his wife a "thumbs
up".

   The siblings finished their dance and Matt moved back to his chair.  The
music changed again to the classic "stripper".  Stacey started gyrating to
the music.

   Mr Stevens started to protest but was soon silenced when Ann leapt off
his lap, joined her friend and, with a quick check of the movements, danced
along.

   Ann hadn't been included in this routine but was determined to say thank
you the only way she knew how.  As Stacey kicked of shoes Ann followed
suit. Stacey's blouse was undone, Ann quickly wriggled out of the top of
her dress.

   Stacey slipped the shirt off to reveal a purple bodice.  Ann wore a
simple silk bra.

   Stacey took the time to wink at her young friend, almost in challenge as
she undid her shorts and slid them down her pale thighs.  Underneath she
was dressed for the part, the bodice finished above purple silk cammy
knickers with a matching garter belt.  The belt was attached to nothing as
stockings would have shown under her shorts.

   Ann gulped down the implied challenge and slipped the dress down to form
a puddle around her ankles.  Stepping out of the puddle Mr Stevens could
see that she too wore silk with a matching garter belt.  In Ann's case,
though, the silk was in the form of a flimsy thong and the garter belt
attached to white silk stockings to match the "Monroe" dress.

   As the music finished Stacey turned, bent at the waist and wiggled her
silk covered posterior at her father giggling loudly.  Ann turned, bent at
the waist and wiggled her own barely protected posterior at him too.

   Two giggling teens returned to the group amongst applause.  Stacey swept
up her wine glass, emptied it and held it out for more.  Matt obliged.  Ann
grabbed her own glass, still half full, and returned to her seat on Mr
Steven's lap.

   "Well, well" he hissed "I suppose that this was your idea" he said to
his wife.  "It's interesting to be on the wrong side of these two
temptresses - interesting and just a bit scary!"

   The night went on.  The wine went down and the air filled with more
cigar smoke as Matt and his father lit their favourite Cuban cigars.

   By 11.30 Stacey could hardly stand and Mrs Stevens excused both herself
and her daughter in the same breath.

   "Don't be too late to bed - it's a work day tomorrow" she said as she
passed her husband.

   A few minutes later and Mr Stevens announced that he needed to "pay a
visit".  He lifted the squirming Ann easily and deposited her on Matt's lap
as he left.

   He wasn't gone long but long enough for the two teens to be getting
quite cozy by the time he returned.

   He noticed that his son was having a difficult time keeping his hands to
neutral places on the girls body.  He noticed the girls body!

   Deftly adjusting his trousers he sat back down, uttered a few words of
meaningless conversation and settled in to watch.

   Matt took his fathers silence as permission and his hands started to
wander.  He quickly found Ann's nipples through the silk blouse and the
girl gurgled her delight, oblivious or uncaring of the audience.

   As Ann warmed up and showed no signs of stopping him Matt allowed his
fingers to slip under and around the material to touch bare breast flesh
and Ann shivered her appreciation.

   Hesitating Matt looked up at his father.  Mr Stevens waved any concerns
away with his cigar and watched spellbound as his son deftly undid the
clasp at the rear of her bra, slipped the straps off her young shoulders
and swept the flimsy covering away to expose her breasts.

   Matt even took the time to move her slightly so that she faced his
father as his hands massaged her tits and pinched her nipples.  Ann closed
her eyes and enjoyed.

   After a time Matt allowed one hand to travel down and slowly, strap by
strap, separated the garter belt from the stockings.  That done he allowed
that hand to travel the girls groin area, pressing the material between her
lower lips as he did so.

   Again he hesitated, again his father waved him on.

   Matt shoved the girl to her feet where she swayed unsteadily, her half
closed eyes focussing on Mr Stevens as Matt tugged down her thong to expose
her particular sweetness to his father.  Encouraging the girl to part her
legs he reached between them from behind and used his fingers to display
the girls most private charms to his now very attentive father.

   Ann, dimly aware that she stood before Mr Stevens wearing nothing but a
garter belt and stockings purred as the boy fingered her.  She purred still
louder when he stood behind her and reached around to cup one breast at the
same time as his other hand cupped her mound.  She allowed herself to be
propelled forward.  To be pushed to a kneeling position and then for Matt
to arrange her on all fours.

   She was aware of her proximity to Mr Stevens' lap and took the time to
open her eyes and look up at the man as she heard Matt's zipper lowering.
As she felt the young boy wrap his body about her rear and felt his
erection pressing between her thighs she risked a quiet smile at Mr
Stevens.

   It all went a little hazy for the girl as Matt finally penetrated her.
She was aware of the noises emanating from her mouth, aware that she was
pushing back to meet Matt's urgent thrusts but she was less aware of the
brief and Spartan conversation between father and son.

   "My treat Dad" said Matt "just undo your trousers."

   The older man hesitated just long enough o look around and make sure
that his wife hadn't returned.  Then his zipper was undone, his erect cock
was given air and light and with the minimum of fuss and delay it was
buried in Ann's mouth.

   Ann gurgled her pleasure once more as she was seriously fucked at both
ends.

   "So" said Stacey next morning as the girls lay in their beds "Did you
let dad fuck you then?"

   "NO!" came the indignant reply.

   "Yeah, I bet" Stacey whispered, more to herself than anybody else.

   End of Part 6