I cleaned everything up, put my daughter's diary back in her underwear drawer, and went to take a shower before she got home. Removing my shorts proved to be a painful endeavor as my cum had glued my dick to my thigh. After finally prying my shorts off and taking a shower, I put on some new shorts and started to head out of the bedroom. I heard the front door open, filling the foyer with teenagers' laughter. My heart started to beat faster with anticipation and I stood in the hallway to calm myself down, trying to overcome the visions that were parading through my head. Sarah had not come home alone. I could hear two girl's voices echoing from the entryway. I decided to bite the bullet and just face this immediately, head on. I went downstairs to the kitchen, where the girls were heading as well.

The girls came in a couple of moments after I had gotten there. I was rummaging through the refrigerator and did not look up immediately, buying myself some time. Sarah said "Hi Daddy!" and asked if anyone else was home. I told her no, that her mother wasn't going to be home till around nine or ten and her brothers were over at the Lever's for dinner. Have you ever had something happen with such perfectly horrible timing that there is no way to extricate yourself from the situation? Like asking a woman how far along she is at the same moment your mind deduces that she's just a fat ass and not pregnant at all. Well, as I was closing the refrigerator door to face my daughter, I asked her if she had eaten yet. At the same moment, I saw that it was Jen who was with her and the thought of "eating" brought to mind everything I had been trying to push to the back of my brain pan. As God as my witness, I just utterly lost it when I was staring at the girl who had tongue fucked my daughter. I burst out in peals of laughter right in the girl's face, while hundreds of the most inappropriate things that could be said cascaded through my mind. "You two want to have something here or eat out?" "You want a box lunch?" "Do you girls like tuna surprise or tacos better?" I could not get myself under control at all and my daughter, who has a dark sense of humor like mine, just stood there with a smile on her lips, waiting for me to tell her what the fuck was so funny. Jen just looked perplexed and slightly alarmed. After the gales of laughter subsided, Sarah just looked at me for an explanation. I told her, through hitches and snorts, that it was something that I had said to Mrs. Lever when she had called and that, although funny, was not appropriate for mixed company, especially young girls. She called me a 'tard and handed me some kind of brochure with a dismissive shrug.

She asked if Jen could spend the night, and my penis screamed yes before I had a chance to. I told her it was OK and she said that Jillian and Amy might sleep over as well. My brain, a completely sick and twisted piece of gray matter, instantly checked all the angles and came up with a wonderful plan. Well, wonderful for me at least. I told her that it would be cool and that she should probably use the downstairs rec room, so that they didn't keep her mother up. Sarah grinned widely, as her own twisted piece of gray matter figured that this would be the farthest distance away from her parents that she could get, while remaining inside the house. She said cool and her and Jen went upstairs to her bedroom. I reached for the phone to put into action the second part of my plan, when my fully erect cock ran into the countertop quite painfully. It occurred to me that I had to get myself in check before some horribly embarrassing and potentially freedom-threatening thing happened. All I could think of was "Thank God for waist high counter tops!" I picked up the cordless phone and called Mrs. Lever and asked if the boys could stay there tonight because Sarah was having a sleepover and I didn't want to deal with the screaming and yelling of siblings at war. She said it was fine and that she even thought that the boys had clean clothes there that were left from the last time they slept over. She said that she would take them to the museum in the morning and soccer in the afternoon if I could pick everyone up after practice. I said that would be great and her sons could spend the night tomorrow if they wanted to...blah, blah, blah. Anyway, the scene was set and now I just waited for the actors to arrive on set.

The wait was agonizing. Finally, Amy got there and helped the other two girls drag all the supplies they would need for the night downstairs. Amy had long, stick straight dark auburn hair and the milkiest white complextion, with just a light spray of freckles across her nose. She stood about five foot five with a small frame that held the most perfectly round orbs, seemingly against the forces of gravity. Her nipples were in a state of perpetual hardness and poked through the heaviest sweater you could find. Amy wasn't what you would call beautiful, but she had a sweet, innocent looking face, while her body was just delectable and tempting. She was someone you might not look at twice if you saw her out, but if you were around her enough, you started to fantasize about how she would look on her knees, staring up at you with those doe brown eyes asking you if she was sucking it OK. She was somewhat shy and withdrawn, not nearly as outgoing as Sarah or her other friends, especially Jillian.

My wife got home shortly after that with an armload of Bible stuff, notebooks and other crap from church. We talked a little bit about her day and I had to overcome the urge to start laughing maniacally when she asked me, in a secretive whisper, if I had found anything out about Sarah or her friends. Rachel would drop dead and join her dear and fuzzy Lord if she had an inkling about what I had found. I told her I had only gotten around to inputting the information on Sarah's boyfriend, Josh and her one friend Jillian, for a background check, but I hadn't gotten anything back yet. Rachel said that she hoped that I didn't find anything, that she was prayed that she was worrying about nothing. In reality, Rachel hoped like hell I would find that Sarah's friends and boyfriend were all crack smoking, Satan worshippers who sodomized furry animals so that she could chain Sarah to the Church nexct to her. Rachel arose from the couch, saying that she was tired and had to get up early to go to the church's outreach day. The outhreach days were when the church suckered poor people in with the promise of Barbecue in return for their eternal souls. She said she was going to take an Ambien to help her go to sleep and right then, I almost believed in her God. She would be knocked the fuck out and I would be left alone to gaze on the lovely forms of four, nubile teenage girls. God is good.

Jillian got there at around ten and did her usually flirting that drove me to the edge of madness. She was a beautiful girl, tall and statuesque with an extremely mature bosom and a ever present darkly tanned appearnace. She had the most smoky, sultry green eyes that would just hold your gaze, daring you to look anywhere else. She did not look like a teenager and was an incredibly tempting snare for the penis flytrap. Some poor fuck would be sitting in prison, being traded for a carton of Luckies over an arguably undeserved statutory rape charge. See, I think when it comes to a statutory rape involving a teen, the rules of the court should change. It should be an all male jury, judge and audience, all hooked up to lie detectors. Your lawyer would bring the girl in front of the court, dressed as she normally dressed and would simply say "Wouldn't you?" and the lie detectors would render the verdict. It's a perfect and just system. Just make sure you never fuck a fat, ugly teen.

The girls were well ensconced in their basement lair and I watched television for a while, not really paying attention to it, just biding time so they could get comfortable. After eleven-thirty, I went upstairs and sat in the bathroom for about twenty minutes, so that they could be assured that I wasn't coming back downstairs. After I felt sure that they were sure, I went back into my bedroom, through the French doors leading to the second floor deck. I figured if nothing was going on with the girls right now, maybe I'd get into the hot tub to at least lessen the swelling in my balls. I cautiously approached the rail and looked down at the French doors that led to the walk out rec room. To my surprise, they hadn't drawn the blinds on the doors and from this vantage point, I could look directly into the room. They were all sprawled out on the floor, laughing and giggling, so at ease with each other. Jillian had already removed her top and slacks and had on a tight, Lycra sports bra and matching panties. Sarah was laying down with her head in Jen's lap while Jen brushed her hair. I thought about something and decided to take care of it right then. I took one of the resin plastic patio chairs and pushed it almost against the door so that if, for some unknown reason, Rachel woke up and got curious, I'd have a little warning and a little room for excuses. I quietly went back to the rail and suddenly had to drop into a vastly uncomfortable position behind a planter because the girls had come outside. They didn't see me and they surely didn't hear me over their giggles, whispers and Sarah hissing at them to be quiet before they woke her dad up.

The acrid twang of pot reached my nostrils and I managed to be able to look sidelong beside the planter and see Sarah, Jillian and Jen. They were passing what looked like two joints both ways. Jillain was asking Sarah what was up with her and Josh lately. Sarah surprised even me when she said she was thinking of breaking up with him. They had been going out for at least a year and a half and, even though I didn't really think much of the one nutted dickless wonder, I though they'd be together until at least college split them up. Amy, who was out of my line of sight, asked why and Sarah said that she felt she was maturing more and that Josh was still the same, that he just didn't satisfy her anymore. Jillian asked if Sarah meant "satisfy?" and Sarah just laughed and nodded. Jen wrapped her arms around Sarah with a mock "Aww" and pulled her to her breast. Jillian asked suddenly what was up with Sarah and Jen. I wondered how this transaction would transpire and tried to shift a little so that I could see better. Sarah looked up at Jen and they just started giggling like, well, like schoolgirls...bad simile. They said nothing was up and asked why. Jillian just said they'd been hanging out a lot and all touchy-feely and stuff. Jillian added quickly that if Sarah and Jen were doing something, it didn't matter to her and that she was cool with it. There was a palpable pause and then I heard Sarah ask what she meant by "cool with it". Jillian said it wouldn't affect their friendship or anything and that she didn't see anything wrong with two girls being together. Sarah and Jen just giggled again and Jen hit the joint then held it to Sarah's lips for her to take a toke. Amy, asked in a husky, breathless way if Sarah and Jen had done anything. I mean, you could hear her getting turned on, you could hear it! Her voiced even hitched when she said "anything". Sarah asked if she was sure that everyone was cool with it, which I thought was stupid, because you basically just admitted it by saying that and if someone wasn't "cool", oh well, too late. Jillian said yeah she was cool and even offered that she had been with a girl, kind of, when she was drunk one time. Amy said she was definitely cool with it. Jen and Sarah recalled for them some of the more salient points of their original tryst and some of the things they had done since then...not in nearly enough detail as I would have liked, but a riveting story, nonetheless. Jillian was astounded to find out that they had been doing this for several weeks without telling her. Amy had crawled closer to Sarah and Jen and I could see her kind of kneeling with her hands on the ground. She was rocking backwards and forwards just slightly, putting pressure on her crotch with her heels. Amy said that she'd always found women more attractive and that guys were just to stupid and aggressive for her. She timidly asked if it was true how Jen and Sarah had gushed from being licked and fingered. I could even see the anticipatory look on Jillian's countenance, as Jillian was the more sexually promiscuous of the bunch and had quite apparently never partaken of these particular delights. Sarah and Jen both said yes in a whispered yell, now that they felt that their friends accepted what they were doing. Jillian asked, quite bluntly if they still liked dick or not. Both said they liked dick, but after experiencing what they had experienced with each other, the guys their own age seemed lame. Sarah said she didn't see herself ever being with a woman in a long term relationship sort of thing and I could perceive a flash of woeful hurt pass over Jen's face. Jillian said that she liked men too much and opined how the other girls maybe needed to try out older men like she did. I always said that Jillian was a smart girl! Amy said in a hoarse whisper that even though she found women attractive, it was more because men scared her a little bit. She said that she saw herself marrying a nice guy with a good job and living a more or less sedate life. She added in a little more of a hushed tone with her head hung down, that she was definitely curious about how it would feel with a woman.

Jen asked Jillian what her experience had been. Jillian was quiet for a minute and then said that she had lied to them, that she wasn't drunk and that it was more than once. It was a lot of times. She made all of them swear that they would never breathe a word of this to anyone. They all swore and Jillian blurted out that she and Ms. Sheffield had been having an affair for months. Everyone gasped through fingers slapped tightly over their mouths. Everyone, except me, that is. I knew Ms. Sheffield and the image of her and Jillian lip locking each other's cunts was just too much. Especially since Ms. Sheffield was an important and faithful member of my wife's church. I guess Ms. Sheffield knows how to speak in tongues as well! Jillian commenced to tell the abbreviated version about how she and Ms. Sheffield got together. It was a slow process, a seduction between women. There were tentative touches and kisses, until they met up with each other at the State Park for a hike. They had lunch and lay around the woods on a blanket, kissing and fondling each other until they were in the throes of passion. They made love to each other well after dark, guided only by their own hands and tongues. Jillian said that all of a sudden, a bunch of park rangers surrounded them, shining their flashlights all over their bodies. They were so scared thinking that all these guys were going to rape them and maybe worse. The rangers made a big thing about how it was after dark and this was considered trespassing on state property and all that. They said they would not run them in if they gave them a little show. Jillian actually got embarrassed and probably a little turned on by telling her friends this, but tell she did. Her and Ms. Sheffield started to touch each other, but more in fear than in passion. Jillian said that she quickly got totally horny after she saw these guys standing around, some of them with their hard cocks already out of their pants, and she just went crazy. She pushed the teacher's head between her legs and watched as the lights moved over their bodies, showing off little bit at a time. Jillian came hard thinking about all of these big, strong men watching her get her teenage pussy licked by her teacher. These men had guns and could force them to do anything, at that was what really got her off. After she came, she rolled Ms. Sheffield on her back and got on top of her. She said she licked and sucker her nipples, all the way down her stomach, teased around her thighs and pubic area then started lashing her tongue against her clit. She felt someone cum on her ass and that sent her off again, fingering both her teacher's ass and cunt as well as her own dripping slit. Driving her fingers in and out like a piston, she reveled in the sopping wet sound it made from both of their drenched love channels. Ms. Sheffield was in the throes of ecstasy with her back arched and her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Jillian looked up from between Ms. Sheffield's trembling thighs and saw a stream of cum arc in front of the flashlight's beam directly onto her teacher's flushed face. Jillian said she had never been so turned on to watch Ms. Sheffield take her fingers and wipe off the streak of cum from her cheek and then suck her fingers dry. Jillian ended her story abruptly and I think things probably went farther between her and her teacher and the park rangers, but I think she feared being called a whore by her friends. She just didn't know how far the envelope was going to be pushed tonight, I guess.

The girls talked a bit more about their sex lives and their futures in general. The sexual tension between them all was a palpable thing and they fell into an awkward silence, just staring at each other. Finally, Sarah said that maybe they should go inside so that they could be more comfortable. That sounded like a splendid idea to me, because sitting in this position made me realize how I was reaching the outer rim of middle age and not so flexible anymore. The girls got up and walked inside. Just their body language spoke of an extremely arousing night that was going to be had by all. Jen had her arm dangling around Sarah's waist and my daughter was simultaneously running her finger up and down Jen's back and pulling Amy close to her with her hand brushing through her long, dark hair almost protectively. Amy put her head on my daughter's shoulder and her arm around her waist, lightly clasping Jillian's left hand at the same time. Jillian sweetly kissed her on the cheek, and swung her right arm around all of the girls, her hand coming to rest on the top of Jen's ass. I let out a long, pensive sigh after they closed the doors and I was able to stand up. I went over to the hot tub and retrieved a pack of Al Capone cigarellos from the little storage nook by the filter. I shook one out, replaced the pack and felt around for the lighter hiding somewhere in the dark recesses of the tiny shelf. Finding it and lighting the cigar, I put the lighter back, closed the door and sat down in the chaise lounge on the far side of the deck. I sat and looked up at the myriad of stars, contemplating what had happened today, what was going to happen tonight and what could possibly happen in the near future.

In a moment of clarity, I asked myself what the fuck was I doing? Was I actually conspiring to fuck my daughter? I mean, yes, they were sexual creatures and had all the mommy parts a woman should have, but what was I thinking? I felt that I had been letting the little head (Well, not that little, but smaller than the one that had two eyes) do all the thinking and I had better slow my row a bit before this got out of hand. I felt kind of embarrassed that I had been acting like I had been; snooping through my daughter's stuff, spying on her and her friends, trying to figure out a way to fuck them and my baby girl. I mean, yes they all fucked and they had a lot more sex than kids had when I was growing up, but if I went through with this, how fucked up would my daughter's head be after that? There is the one side where she would be fucked up and never trust me or talk to me again, because I don't see her as the type that would just quietly have daddy sneak into her bed at night and never say a word. Even if she was agreeable to it and was a willing participant, how much would it skew her expectations for future relationships? It's not like I'm Johnny Wad or anything, but my dick's fairly long and I have accumulated quite a few tricks over the years that guys her age would have to learn in much the same fashion that I had. Sarah and I had always had a real good relationship, even when she turned into a sniping teen and I became the most embarassing semi-evolved person on the planet. My kids and I have always gotten along good, able to share secrets, jokes and hugs without shame or out of expectations. Since their mother had become married more and more to the church then to her family, the family became us four, with Rachel doing cameo appearances every so often. I couldn't ruin that. If I thought for sure that Sarah was receptive to the idea, I would have to make certain that I would never lose her as my daughter, my little girl. No sexual experience was worth that. I decided that it was best to keep it in the fantasy realm and I should leave the girls to their own sexual discoveries and go to bed. I got up to go to bed and went to the other side of the deck to make sure everything was OK...that's what I told myself and me, being me, believed me. I am such a fucking liar.

The major Hallmark moment I had just had concerning not thinking about my daughter and her friends as sexual objects was fast forgotten, sailing right the fuck out the window as I watched this ballet of sensual flesh unfold before my eyes. These girls were amazing. They were so absolutely in tune with each others bodies and moved as if they were one creature. They would swap kissing partners while never breaking physical contact with another. They removed or had their panties removed by another in such a graceful manner, it was breathtaking to behold. They never faltered, stopped or had an awkward moment trying to pull a bit of clothing over an extremity. If there was a guy in there, he would have already fallen on his ass tryng to remove his socks and broken the moment. The girls started moving their positions into one of a more prone nature. Mouths were now wandering over hot flesh and tongues darted out to taste seductive secrets. Skin quivered and muscles rippled with every electric contact. The pace and tempo became simultaneously faster for the foursome as the night's desire built. Hips writhed and a sheen of persperation could be seen to form on their glowing skin. Jen was the first to reach my daughter's sacred slit and ran her tongue teasingly over her clit. My daughter responded with an audible whimper and rolled her hips in the air trying to force Jen to drive her tongue deep within her. Jen held off, and Sarah displayed her frustration by plunging her tongue far into Jillian's shaven cleft. Jillian reacted to the impulsive invader by grabbing Amy's slim hips, pulling her closer and parting her thighs with her wet tongue. Amy was in absolute heaven and her face wore the beautiful flush of anticiaption. She was delicately sliding her fingers between the swollen folds of Jen's impassioned mystery. Jillian's tongue tip touching her heretofore virginal (insofar as tongues, especially as a woman's tongue goes) pussy sparked an unexpected jolt to run through her, inducing her to grasp Jen's hips, putting her sweet face closer to that which she wanted so badly to taste. Soon, the girls were one giant circle, and I could see, from my vantage point, my daughter plunging her tongue as far as it could go ino Jillian's sopping wet pussy. Jiilian's labial lips wrapped wetly over my daughter's noseand mouth as Sarah tasted her deeply. My daughter's ass was high in the air, gyrating in small circles, as Jen's face was hidden in what I expect was a very pleasurable endeavor to bring my daughter to a gushing orgasm. Amy's legs were spread wide while Jillian's face was buried in her sparsley haired mound. Jillian was lapping and licking at Amy's gash like a starving person, then she would suddenly drive her head forward and Amy's body would arch in a posture of absolute pleasure. I could see Amy's face and she was so enraptured, I could swear there were tears running down her cheeks. She lovingly lapped at Jen's shaven gift, holding the swollen lips apart with her thumbs, licking up her flowing nectar. This went on for over forty-five minutes, then the pace slowed and they took a break, going to the bathroom and to the kitchenette to get something to drink. They were so beautiful and glowing, shimmering with their own sweat and pleasure.

After about ten minutes, they regrouped and started talking to each other animatedly, randomly reaching out to stroke one another's hair, back, thighs or breasts. They laughed and giggled, but were in some state of perpetual contact at all times. They seemed to have decided to do something and all rose at once, heading toward the kitchenette, which was out of my view. A waited to see if they were coming back to the spot in front of the doors, but it seemed that they weren't. I slowly slipped down the stairs, hanging onto the back rail for support. I never took my eyes off the doors, just in case they suddenly appeared, forcing me to beat a hasty retreat instead of my meat. As I gained the ground, I saw that they were all standing by the breakfast bar that seperated the kitchenette and the rest of the rec room. They were still ravishingly naked, so all was not lost. Amy was sitting on one of the bar stools while the other girls were meandering around, but seemingly with a purpose. They all started to congregate around Amy, who was smiling shyly but broadly. Slowly, they all started rubbing various parts of Amy's trembling form, moving in closer to kiss and lick every inch of her body. Amy was in absolute heaven, her legs spread as wide as they could go allowing access to all the pobing tongues and fingers. Amy's face reveal such a look of absolute rapture, I could almost feel the pleasure she was feeling. I approached the doors from the left side, confident that I could not be seen as our backyard was totally pitch black and the clear sky moonless. I was right up against the left door, my silhouette shielded by the blue curtains that covered the side glass, peering through the top pane at the taboo performance blossoming within. The center of Amy's wetness was a frenzy of activity with Jen on her knees holding Amy's thighs apart and plunging her tongue inside her as deeply as she could drive it. Jen would draw her tongue out and suckle on her swollen, sensitive clit and ram two to three fingers in her soaked slit. Amy's juices were streaming off the barstool, collecting in a small pool on the marble floor. My daughter was sucking Amy's left nipple, holding her round breast in both hands, firmly squeezing it, distorting the shape with the intensity and force she was applying. Jillian was suckling the other nipple, pulling her mouth off every once in a while to pinch the reddened nub between her fingers and twisting and pulling it in a delicately painful fashion. Amy was in the throes of ecstasy, writhing on the barstool with her hands furious fingering both Jillian and my daughter's sopping wet cunts. I could actually see a stream of clear fluid trickling from both of Amy's wrists. I had my cock out, but couldn't even touch it as it was already at the point of ejaculation, twitching and jumping like an electrified thing. Pre-cum had covered the shaft in a slickened sheen and more was dripping from the head onto the ground. My daughter rose up partway, her mouth in a frozen scream, she quivered on the precipitous of pleasure as Amy instinctively drove her fingers to the depths of my daughter's pussy. Sarah suddenly jerked upwards a little, letting out a hoarse yelp and I saw a torrent of clear girl cum stream from between my daughter's legs in jet after squirting jet. I came right there and then, without even the manipulation from my hand. It just started jerking, fully rigid, spraying a stream of thick, white cum onto the side window as I watched my daughter orgasm harder and harder. My daughter and I came at the same time and our orgasms subsided thusly.

As I stood shaking, trying to catch my breath, Satan or Cheney figured that I had had enough fun and prompted my neighbor, who's house sits a little higher than my own, to turn on his backyard floodlights while his doggy, Brutus, tinkled in the yard. The lighting system was something that would be more at home in say, a prison camp or possibly a baseball stadium. There were like four, two headed Halogen lights that came on causing me to become the exact description of a peeping Tom, my shadow standing out in sharp contrast to everything else. I heard Jillian say "What was that?" in guilty fear and I saw approaching shapes coming towards the door. I backed into the little niche that the garden hose occupied, and was pleased to find that the spigot was at just the right height to probe me anally. Someone opened the door as I tried to make myself smaller and held my breath. I heard my daughter tell the rest that it was just my neighbor and nothing to worry about. Jillian told her she should drop the curtain and the door closed with a snick. The rectangles of light on the ground disappeared as my daughter did just that, drawing the curtains down. I stood in the alcove for what seemed like ten minutes, waiting for that fucker next door to shut off his spotlights. I wouldn't be able to get upstairs with those things on. I would cast the creepiest shadow ever, drawing attention from the girls, even through the curtains. At last, the cocksucking canine must of finished and I was left in absolute darkness. I still couldn't move because all I saw were blue dots dancing in front of my eyes. That's all I needed was to fall over something and have the girls run out to see what that sound was, finding me lying by a pool of my own semen. After my eyes adjusted, I gingerly made my way upstairs, making a mental note to shoot those fucking lights out first thing tomorrow. Might as well shoot the fucking dog while I'm at it.