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 It all started with the younger daughter, Jan, associating with the more
promiscuous girls of her peer group, They would all come into the house
dressed in those really skimpy outfits that they all seem to wear now.  You
know the ones, those with their bellies hanging out and their little butt
cracks showing when they bend a little and their perky little tits and
nipples sticking out into the skimpy almost see through tops, some with the
shorts so short and tight that the bottoms of their buttocks hang below
them and pushed out so that they are very inviting.

   Some of these girls wear them so tight when they bend or sit you can
actually follow the outline of their tight assed pussies, and some even the
little hairs stick out the sides of the crotch, it's enough to make a grown
man just shake his head , and yet others would become instantly horny. 
Watching those tight little asses slide out the bottom of the tight shorts
or their cute little bellies, hard and tight showing, waiting for a
kiss.Their long young legs just forming really well as they hit the mid
teens.Yup, this is the start of things to come...

   The father of this teen, Mitch, was an average middle aged man with a
typical middle class job and living in an average working class
neighborhood.  He stood about 5'11" maybe 180 with a fairly muscular build,
nice brown hair with a slight tint of silver here and there, The thought of
looking at these girls as anything but his daughters friends would have
offended him a couple of years ago, but things change as well as the
people. He would look at these girls differently as time went on...

   Listening to them talk these days was an experience all in itself, they
talked trash and spoke dirty, calling each other sluts and cunts and the
like, they would wrestle with boys in the house, on the sofa, and make
obscene gestures towards each other and towards the parents as the adults
would try to put a little control on their obvious overcharged hormones. 
This in itself made a difference in how Mitch would treat Jan and the
friends that he began to look at as little tramps.

   As time went on, the girls would sleep over and have no problem showing
off more and more of their nubile bodies for Mitch to look at as they did
tasks and interacted in the home.  It was nothing to find any one of them
running from the bathroom to the bedroom in their tiny bras and panties,
and the laundry basket now had clothing from all these tight girls, the
temptations were great, the scenery was inviting and the resistance was
melting day by day.

   One day as Mitch was doing the laundry, since the wife worked all the
time and he was home more, Mitch began to unload one of two baskets of
clothes from Jan's room and as he noted there were other clothing in the
baskets, he would remember which girl had which outfits and assumed the
underwear of each one according to her outside clothes.  As he began to
unload the basket, he couldn't help but bring some of the panties up to his
nose for a brief sniff, then proceeding on to more pairs of panties, he
would pull them out and sniff some more.  Mitch began to associate certain
smells to certain girls that left behind their stuff, and he would actually
become aroused by the smells of some of the panties.  He could just imagine
some boy playing with the girl and leaving the juices on her panties.

   After several times of sniffing laundry Mitch would begin to watch the
girls as they interacted and wondered if they played with each other in
between boyfriends which came and went frequently and seemed to go day by
day.  The little clicks were pretty tight and sometimes they loved the boys
and others, they would loathe them.  So when they loathed the boys were
they helping each other to orgasms, or what?  In interest of finding out,
he started to tap into the closed room at nights and early mornings before
they rose and came out for the day.  He would hear muffled conversations,
but more interesting, he would hear soft moans sometimes and figured they
were experimenting.  This made his mind up more so that they were just
little tramps.  In Mitch's time the girls that were good didn't do the
things these girls were doing, the girls who were labeled bad were sluts
and tramps.

   Now instead of Mitch being upset that his "little girl" was hanging with
this type of girls, his mind triggered fantasies of these girls, not
necessarily Jan being included.  The thought of his own daughter was still
a bit to much for him to grasp, those last thoughts of incest being really
bad was still holding, these were very old values and he was not able to
cross that thought just yet.

   Now, Mitch had at least three other girls that would stay with Jan a lot
of weekends and sometimes in between.  He had allowed his daughter to be
fairly open and had been liberal about whom and when they stayed, the only
hard rule was no boys after midnight.  The girls would stretch those rules
a little at times and Mitch would have to lay down the rules once again. 
All of the girls would call him Pop or daddy when they stayed, which was
kinda nice to Mitch.  He would have many heart to heart talks with them at
times and they seemed to admire that.

   The three most frequent players were Briana, a very slim girl, tall ,
with dark brown hair to mid back, big browns eyes that literally sparkled
when she would look up to Mitch.  She stood about 5'3" and mostly legs as
she was fairly athletic.  Her choice of clothes were very revealing as she
generally wore very tight short shorts, a midrift top and everything else
tight enough that her parts were always very revealing, her choice of shoes
were mostly open toed so her little toenails were always painted to match
her fingers.  A definite high number in the scale of looks

   The next was Tammy, a sweet, country looking vamp girl, she was a blonde
with shoulder length hair, big blue-green eyes, about 5'5 and the tallest
of the bunch.  She had a few freckles on her face and upper chest, a long
graceful neck and soft looking arms and legs.  Her choice of clothes were
usually a revealing top a tiny mini dress that barely covered anything
important, so that panty shots were frequent, and tennis shoes to top the
ensemble.  This girl reminded one of Rebecca of Sunnybrook farm with a
modern twist on the clothes.

   The last was Amy, a cute, smaller framed girl, standing only 5' and
about 90 pounds soaking wet, she was the littlest and yet the most nicely
put together.  She had light brown hair with a tinge of red in it,
beautiful blue eyes, her tiny body was well proportioned and really
beginning to fill out nicely, her perky little tits just starting to form
real well and hard little nipples that seemed to beg for attention.  Amy's
choice of clothing was generally dark though she wore a lot of black and
deep tone colors that set of her hair and eyes, she wore a good deal of
make-up as did the other girls.  As far as Mitch could tell , she wore no
under clothes, whenever she would bend the bare skin was totally peeking
out there and her nipples being obvious was proof enough that she didn't
wear a bra either.

   So, one day , Mitch has the laundry and smelling a pair or two of Amy's
pants to find that his assumption was correct as the smell in the pants was
too strong for any barriers that might exist if she wore panties.  He
figured out which panties were Briana's and of course the cutesy ones had
to belong to Tammy, with frills around the edges and bright colors.  By the
time he had finished the laundry he was sporting a pretty good hard on.  He
began the trek upstairs with the finished laundry and up to Jan's room
which he thought was empty.  To his surprise, when he opened the door,
there stood Amy with just her pants on and not zipped yet, no top, she
stopped and froze for a few seconds as he looked her over and then she
threw an arm over her cute little chest and tried to pull her zipper up
with the other hand.  Mitch was totally taken aback for a few moments; his
mind was clicking all the details of what he had just seen and trying to
adjust to the situation.  Finally he stuttered with a muffled "I'm really
sorry" as he dropped the basket of clothing on the floor.

   Amy just cracked a smile and looked to the floor at the mess he had just
made.  Of course, he couldn't very well retreat with all the clothes in the
doorway and after a few more brief minutes he began to kneel down to pick
up the stuff that he dropped.  It was really difficult to lower his eyes
though as Amy still stood there with her pants half zipped and her arm
barely covering her breasts.  As he finally lowered his eyes to the floor,
she pulled her zipper the rest of the way up and forgetting her condition,
joined him on the other side of the door helping him to begin picking up
and refolding the arrayed clothes.  He tried not to look at her while they
cleaned up with her giggling to herself a couple of times.

   As they put the last of the clothes in the basket, neatly refolded,
Mitch looked her in the eyes to say thanks.  The words took a few moments
to get to his mouth, as she looked at him with that twinkle in her eyes,
and that shy almost innocent smile, and a little giggle.  He said the words
and she just looked at him and smiled some more, then just as quickly, she
asked, thanks for the clean up or the show?  Mitch couldn't speak, he
wanted to answer but his mind went in three different directions at once.
He wanted to just thank her for the clean up, but the show was worth a
thank you too and then he thought how hot this young girl had turned out to
be...  He couldn't answer till his thoughts collected

   As they sat there, on either side of the door and the basket to the side
Mitch uttered a muffled, for all of it of course, with a sly smile back at
her.  Then his eyes dropped back down to the nice pointy little tits that
were just open to his view and his mouth dropped open, "oh you might want
to get something on top there" he said, trying to pull his eyes away. 
Tammy just looked at him shaking her head, she took note that he couldn't
pull his eyes off her, then she said "Daddy, you seem to like what you
see!"

   At this point, Mitch could feel a stirring in his groin, he felt like he
was almost ready to salivate and not sure what to do in his next words or
moves.  He looked at Tammy and said "I have to admit, you are really cuter
without the top on, and much more tempting than I care to admit." Tammy
reached over, took his hand and slowly placed it on her chest, Mitch was
tempted to draw his hand away immediately, yet the soft feel under his
fingers was more tempting than the urge to pull back...  He kneaded the
breast a little and then over to the other one as Tammy just smiled up to
him.  She began to push her chest forward towards his fingers, and then
suddenly, he pulled his hand away and said, "I really shouldn't have done
that." Tammy was confused and Mitch had to think before his next move.....
To be continued