(M+F, MMFF, MF, exhib, oral, tp)
by Art Martin
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Three months ago if someone had told me that there were three very fine twenty year olds out by my pool, sunning themselves naked, I wouldn't have believed them. But, there they are in all their nubile glory. Best yet, I can go out and slather on the sun block to my heart's content, or drop my trunks and get a blow job or even mount any one of them for some old fashioned in-and-out fun under the open sky. Same goes for my buddy, Bob.
As great as things are now for Bob and I, four months ago it was different story, a story as unbelievable at the time as what we have going for us now. Actually it goes back even further.
Bob and I met through our daughters, who had become best of friends back in the fourth grade after Marsha and I had moved into the house of our dreams. There were lots of sleepovers, both at my house and Bob's. Of course back then, my wife, Marsha and Bob's wife, Joy, took care of all the arrangements. There was a third girl in the mix as well, and the three were inseparable. Trixie, Bob's daughter, looked a lot like my Hanna, petite with dark brunette hair with deep dark brown eyes. The other girl, Lacy, was a cute little blonde. Over the years I watched the three of them grow into smoking hot babes.
It was only after Hanna and Trixie had been friends for two years that I got to know Bob and Joy very well. Bob it turns out, had a passion for the same things I did, golfing, fishing, hunting, sports, smoking fine cigars and the occasional boys' night at a strip club. Bob and I became almost as inseparable as our two girls. Marsha and Bob's wife, Joy seemed to be good friends too. Many a fun filled weekend was spent in their company out at Bob's lake house. We'd fish in the mornings, then drag the girls around on skis and boogie boards in the afternoons. At night we'd play Bridge with the wives while the girls hung out on the screened porch doing what they did nearly every waking moment, talk.
Lacy's situation was quite different. Her mother was very young and unmarried when she had Lacy. Seems that Lacy had a new "daddy" every year, a situation that didn't sit well with Marsha or Joy. Whatever her mother was up to, we all held Lacy blameless and made sure she was included in our family outings as much as possible.
Through the years the girls' began to fill out and their bikinis became smaller and smaller as did the skirts they wore. Fashion wasn't my department… making the money was. Bob and I both let the wives call the shots along those lines. Some of the outfits the girls wore raised my eyebrow, but I let it go and just enjoyed the show.
Everything seemed perfect in the world to me. Hanna and Trixie did very well in school; Lacy not so much. So when Hanna and Trixie graduated from high school, they both chose to go State U and room together. Lacy on the other hand, stayed in town, working and going part time to the local community college.
It wasn't but a week after we had dropped Hanna off at State U and the two girls had moved into their dorm room when Marsha dropped a bomb on me in the form of divorce papers. I never saw it coming. I guess I was too preoccupied with my business to see the obvious. Marsha had complained about my hours, but I didn't pay much attention. She said she wanted to have some fun in her life and now that Hanna was out of the house, so she was.
Marsha had her own business and only wanted to split the assets. Half of this, half of that. She didn't want the house (way too big), but I did, so I took out a new mortgage to buy her half. I kept full interest in my consulting business and she kept full interest in her interior decorating business. All in all it went rather smoothly, even though hard feelings did develop… after all she had dumped me and our marriage because she "wanted to have some fun." What a crock of shit! Whatever happened to richer or poorer, good times and bad? With Hanna away at school, Marsha and I could go off anytime we wanted and have some fun, do a little traveling and perhaps go to risqué adult destinations if that floated her boat. But no, she had other fish to fry apparently and I no longer fit into her plans.
While that was going on, Bob was having his own split with Joy, only she had been fucking her boss for years and then took Bob to the cleaners. She raided all the bank accounts and their stock portfolio and then got the house on top of that. Bob was instantly destitute with no place to live. He looked into a number of crummy apartments with paper-thin walls and outrageous rents. The lake house (which he got to keep) was too far out of town to be practical as a place to live.
Hell, I had plenty of room, so I offered him a place to live for half the new mortgage payment and half the utilities. For Bob and for me both it was a great deal. We had my big house with the pool to hang out during the week and his lake house to hang out on the weekends. Catch a night baseball game? No problem. Catch a show at Flash Dancer, no problem. Smoke our cigars in the house, oh yeah! Bob even came up with a great way to keep the house clean… a nude house maid. Our nude maid wasn't all that attractive, but what the hell, it's the thought that counts. Oh, yeah, it was quite the bachelor's life.
That was all during the last two years.
Our daughters were both pissed off at the mothers for dumping us and when summer break came around, they both stayed with us at my house. Bob and I were both working during the day and the girls were supposed to be taking some classes at the community college during the afternoons. At night, they'd dress to kill and then head out to go clubbing with Lacy. Bob and I pretty much let the girls do whatever they wanted, not that we could have stopped them, so why waste the energy? They were old enough to call their own shots and young enough to endure night after night of late night partying. When they went back to State U in the fall, they wanted an off-campus apartment and being the easy marks that we were, Bob and I sprang for it.
Then in late February of this year, I took an out of town client to dinner at a fancy restaurant. Who should I see but Lacy, sitting at a table with a gentleman old enough to be my father. He was impeccably dressed and was obviously well to do. She was dressed… like a classy hooker. Lacy saw me and from her expression, I gathered that the old dude wasn't her grandfather. Naturally I didn't embarrass the girl. I thought of her as almost a second daughter, but it really wasn't any of my business who she was with or why she was with him.
Later that night after dropping the client off at his hotel, I went home expecting to tell Bob what I had observed. Bob was home and very agitated.
"Sam, I've got something you gotta see!" he greeted immediately. "Oh, god damn! You won't believe this shit!" I wanted to tell him about Lacy, but…
"Brace yourself!"
"What is it, Bob?"
"You'll see, Sam. You'll see!" That's all I got out of him as he queued a program he had recorded the night before on the DVR.
It was from the late night offerings on the Playboy channel titled "Dorm Dare". As the show began on my 65" HDTV, my jaw dropped. I recognized the "dorm" room immediately by the posters on the wall. An extra twin bed was in the room. There I watched as five dudes stripped bare my daughter, Bob's daughter and their bosom buddy, Lacy.
My baby went to her knees and fished out the cock of this dude and began sucking away. Meanwhile, Trixie was laid back across one of the beds with a cock up her cunt, while Lacy went down on her while another dude stuck his dick in Trixie's face. A moment or two later, a third dude pushed Lacy aside and entered Bob's kid from the rear and totally plugged her. A little later my daughter, Hanna, was lewdly held by several guys while she was gang fucked.
For thirty minutes we watched our daughters and their best friend debase themselves taking on all five guys and going down on each other. We watched the show a second time. The third time we watched it, my shock had abated. I looked over at Bob and saw him squeezing himself. Shit, he was hard watching this shit. Then I realized that I was hard too.
Bob excused himself and headed to his bedroom. I had a hunch why. That's when I noticed the big wet stain on the sofa. He'd already whacked off watching this before I came home!
The following day, Bob and I watched that video several more times, either singularly or together. I asked him what he thought about it.
"They're old enough to make their own decisions. Hell, it's just sex. It's not like they were doing something illegal."
I had to agree with his assessment and I told him about seeing Lacy in the restaurant and speculated on what she was doing there. The obvious question was why Lacy was at the girls' apartment and what did she know about all this.
Then I remembered something I had found the summer before. It was a business card for an escort service. I had wondered about it then, and figuring it was Bob's, dropped it on his dresser. I never suspected it might have come from one of the girls and Bob never mentioned it.
"Hey, Bob. Last summer… did you find a business card on your dresser for an escort service?"
"Yeah, I thought it was a joke."
"You still have it?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
Sure enough he had saved it. On a hunch I dialed the number and a woman answered.
"A friend of mine gave me this number," I began. "I need a date tonight and he recommended that I ask for Hanna, Trixie or Lacy."
"Hanna and Trixie won't be available until mid-May, but Lacy may be available for dinner tonight."
"How much?"
"If you have to ask, you can't afford it," she icily replied before hanging up on me.
I really did want to know how much, but I had the answer to my most important question. It wasn't just porno videos the girls were making, but all three had been putting out for cash. That took me some time to come to grips with… prostitutes. I never suspected that any more than I suspected that Marsha would dump me. Once I came to grips with it, I made another phone call… to Lacy. Her mother picked up and informed me that Lacy didn't live with her anymore and gave me her cell number. I made that call and was dumped to voicemail. Fifteen minutes later Lacy returned my call.
"Hi, Mr. Sam!" she cheerily greeted.
"Hey, sweetie. How are you doing, girl?"
"I'm fine, Mr. Sam," she purred.
"Yes, you are fine, darling," I flirted. "Say, are you busy tonight?"
"I don't think so, but I'll have to check with my boyfriend. Why?"
"Well, if you're free, I really need to discuss something with you. It's important."
"Oh, okay… uh, what's this about?"
"Hanna. I want to surprise her and I need your help."
"Oh, a surprise? Okay! Can I call you back in a little while… after I'm sure that I'm free?"
"Sure, baby. Mr. Bob and I don't have much to do tonight, so if you can make it… just call… anytime before eleven."
"Oh, okay. Bye." The "bye" was as smooth and thick as honey.
Naturally Bob and I discussed having Lacy come over… for intelligence and maybe if the price was right…
When I brought the latter subject up, Bob was mortified. "We can't do that!"
"Why not? She does it for money…
"Oh, come on, Bob, admit it, you'd like to get into her."
"But she's…" he stammered.
"She's twenty now, Bob. Not sixteen. I tell ya, she's whoring herself out, so why not with us?"
Bob came around to my point of view fairly quickly and our conversation turned to our girls and what they had been up to. It kind of surprised me, but Bob brought it into focus first.
"You know, Sam," he began, "they're playing us for suckers. I mean if they're doing what we know they're doing, we really are suckers."
"How's that, Bob?" I asked.
"Simple. How much do you spend on Hanna over the course of the year?"
"Let's see, tuition, books, the apartment, the car, insurance, gas, spending money, clothes… food, booze and god knows what else. I'm guessing close to twenty five thousand… maybe more."
"Probably more, a lot more. I pay that out for Trixie also. And what do we get for it? We get to ogle them in their bikinis when they're home. It just isn't fair. Here they are putting out for cash and we're just putting out money with no return."
"So… you want to screw Trixie?"
"No!" my friend exclaimed. His expression turned sheepish. "No, but… I'd like to screw Hanna."
"Hanna!"
"Now don't get all bent out of shape, Sam. You can screw Trixie. Hell, apparently everybody else is, so why not you?" He was offering me his little girl? "Look what I'm proposing is that once the girls get home, we modify the financial arrangements we have with them. For being a couple of whores and making fools out of us, we cut them off the money spigot."
"I'm not going to do that. No matter what's she's done, I still love her," I declared.
"I feel the same way about Trixie, Sam. But why should we get nothing in return?"
"I'm not screwing Hanna!" I protested.
"No, no, no… you get to screw Trixie. I get to screw Hanna," Bob explained. I'm certain that I looked as dumbfounded as I was.
"Look, actually it's very simple," he continued. "Once you have cut Hanna off completely for money, I step in and pick up the slack. Same thing with Trixie… I cut her off and you step in and help her out. Of course in exchange for supporting Hanna, I get to fuck the daylights out of her. And you, my fine friend, in exchange for supporting my poor destitute Trixie in the lifestyle she's grown accustomed to, you get to fuck the daylights out of her like those dudes in the video!"
I had to admit, it did make sense. After all, it really didn't change anything money-wise, but we would get pussy for our money, young yummy pussy that was for sale anyway.
Lacy called back around seven. A half hour later she was ringing the doorbell. Opening the door, I saw Lacy in a totally different light than ever before. She was as blonde and pretty as ever and her blue eyes sparkled. I'd seen her wearing less… the bikini she pranced about in last summer was spectacular in its brevity. Tonight she was dressed in cut off short shorts that nearly crawled up into her crack. Her belly shirt showed off her pierced navel and offered the promise of a glimpse of her ample tits. She's taller than either Hanna or Trixie and her tanned legs seemed to go on forever until they reached the white high heeled sandals. ‘Grrrrrooooowwww! Hello, hello! Won't you please come in?' I wanted to say, but I minded my manners.
She gave me an affectionate hug, pressing her C-cup tits into my chest, then spying Bob, ran over to him and gave him a hug. Me, my eyes were glued to her shapely ass as she greeted him. Breaking the hug with Bob (whose hands somehow had landed on her ass) she turned to me and gushed, "Okay, now tell me! What's the surprise for Hanna?"
"Well, we know what you three have been up to," I stated. Lacy looked at me with a curious expression. "We know about the sex video shot in Hanna's apartment, starring you, Hanna and Trixie with a supporting cast of a half a dozen horny males. Saw it on the Playboy channel." Lacy's mouth hung open. "We also know about the so called escort service." Poor girl was turning pale.
"That man I saw you with the other day, how much did he pay you?"
"That was my grandfather!" she lamely claimed.
"Bull shit! Your mother's dad died five years ago… Remember? And I don't think you've ever met your father, much less your other grandfather.
"Look, sweetie, we're not just busting your chops. Bob and I both love and adore you. You're a working girl… I have no problem with that, it's just the way things are.
"So, how much did that old goat pay you?"
She straightened up and declared with a straight face, "He just took me to dinner!"
"How much for dinner?" I asked bluntly.
"Five hundred," she replied softly.
"And after dinner? He took you to his hotel, didn't he?"
"He paid me for going to dinner with him," she defended. "Anything that happened later was with mutual consent."
"So, is that how it works? Men pay you to go to dinner with them and you just so happen to wind up in bed with them?"
"Well, yeah, but…"
"Okay, okay. Hey, Bob and I aren't the police. It's your choice what you do. And I suppose it's Hanna's choice and Trixie's choice as well. Right?" Lacy didn't answer; she didn't need to answer.
Bob suddenly chimed in, "We don't have five hundred for dinner, but we do have two hundred for a pizza."
"Gawd, Mr. Bob! What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"We all know what kind of girl you are, sweetie. We still adore you. So... want to have a little fun with two old goats?"
"You're not that old," she replied with a grin. "But you are Trixie and Hanna's dads."
"So that disqualifies us?" I asked.
Bob then quipped, "We'll still respect you in the morning!"
I think that did it, Lacy burst out giggling. "You two are so bad," she laughed. "Okay, but I want Chinese takeout."
"Egg rolls, here we come!" declared Bob.
"So, how's this going to work?" Lacy asked.
"We just call up Fong's..."
"No, I mean the sex," she said in a rather matter of fact manner. "Who goes first?" Bob and I hadn't thought that through yet.
"Tell you what, after we eat, we'll play a little game," she suggested.
"What kind of game?" I asked.
"Just a game, to uh, break the ice."
While we waited for Fong's to deliver our Chicken Kung Po and egg rolls, Lacy was very candid about what she and our daughters had been up to and how lucrative that business had been. I must admit that from a purely fiscal standpoint, the figures were impressive, especially for what were essentially part-time jobs.
With dinner finished, we got down to business. The game was a version of Truth or Dare, with Lacy asking Bob and me all sorts of personal questions, such as if I knew if Bob was circumcised or not, or how long did Bob think my cock was, that sort of thing. Of course Bob and I had to prove or disprove the other's answers and along the way we both got naked. She then had us stand side by side. Still fully dressed, she knelt and took a cock in each hand and proceeded to alternately kiss, lick and suck us.
Holy fuck! That girl really knew how to suck a man's cock! The fellatio was slow and divine, with plenty of breaks to keep us from cumming too quick and enough individual attention to keep us hard and on the edge for a protracted period of time. When I finally did blow into her talented mouth, my knees almost buckled it felt so good.
I'd like to report that after sucking us, she got naked and we fucked her, but that didn't happen. At least not that evening. Bob and I were still dazed when she announced that that she really needed to go.
"Let me get you your money," I offered.
"I don't want your money, Mr. Sam," she tells me.
"We're not charity cases," I replied.
"I want something other than money," she said.
"Really? Like what?"
"I want to live here, with you and Mr. Bob. My mom's such a pain in the ass. I'm tripled up with two other girls right now, and I was planning on getting my own apartment, but I really don't want to live alone. Can I live here? Please..."
Then she flashes a gleaming smile saying, "We can have so much fun! I can sleep with you one night and then sleep with Mr. Bob the next. Of course, on the nights that I'm working, I won't be able to sleep with either of you."
Fun indeed!
"That's a deal, sweetie!" Bob declared.
Turning to me he asks, "How about it, Sam?"
"Hell, yes!" I replied and the deal was done. Lacy would move in with us. We'd pay her everyday expenses and fuck the hell out of her. It was a win-win-win.
"One thing, Lacy," Bob added. "You're not to tell nor discuss our arrangement with Tracy and Hanna in any manner whatsoever. Not until we tell them ourselves." Lacy thought that was smart, as she didn't want to lose her two best friends over it.
The next day Lacy moved in. That night Bob and I took turns fucking her. It was great, puffing on a big old cigar and feeling her up while she rode my cock, watching as the sweat beaded up on her pretty face and matted her blonde hair. I was surprised that she didn't mind the cigar smoke, but it wasn't an issue. Hell, it was my house, my rules and Lacy didn't seem to mind if we kept her naked all the time. Actually, she seemed to be naked all the time on her own accord, at least when out by the pool sunning herself. In the house, yeah we wanted her nude, and she was happy to oblige.
Summer came and Bob and I drove up to State U to move Trixie and Hanna out of their apartment. As was prearranged, Lacy was no where around when we got home. We dumped the girls' stuff off in their bedrooms and told them that we needed to have a talk.
"Sure, Daddy," my Hanna said, "what do you want to talk about?"
"Let's go in the den where we'll all be comfortable," I suggested. The four of us settled in on the big sectional sofa facing the 65 inch high definition TV.
Bob took the lead. "Before we get into any details, we want to show you girls something."
He then picked up the remote and a moment later "Dorm Dare" filled the giant screen, the resolution so fine that you pick out the individual skin pores on Hanna's face as she sucked off the first dude.
"Oh, my gawd!" screamed Trixie. Hanna looked like she was about to throw up.
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Trixie pleaded.
"No, not yet," I said. "We haven't gotten to the best part... Now wait for it, wait for it... There! Three dicks in you at once!"
"And look at you, Hanna," Bob added. "Look at you taking that big cock like it was an Oscar Meyer weenie!"
With that Hanna tried to bolt from the room, but I grabbed her by wrist and made her stay and watch the entire sordid video while Bob and I commented on it.
When the show ended, I asked my daughter, "How much did you make doing that video?"
"I don't remember," she said meekly.
"Well, Lacy remembers what her cut of the total was," I told her. "Not bad for thirty minutes of work."
"It took longer than thirty minutes," Trixie interjected.
"Really?" I said. "So tell me and your dad just how much your and Hanna's cunts costs for an hour.
"And the escort service," Bob said. "Lacy told us all about that too. You two have been pulling down some serious coin on your backs. That's your business.
"But what is our business," he added, "is that we've been supporting you both to the tune of some thirty thousand dollars a year each and we get nothing, absolutely nothing in return. That ends, and it ends today.
"So, here's how is going to be, Trixie," he says to his daughter. "From here on out, you are on your own, darling. I'm not subsidizing your chosen lifestyle. Despite what you've been up to behind my back, I still love you unconditionally, but... Not one cent more from me."
"But, Daddy! I don't make that much!"
"You've been making plenty whoring yourself out."
"That goes for you too, Hanna," I said. "Not another fucking cent from me."
"But where are we going to live?" Hanna said just barely controlling her sobbing.
"You can live here, rent free," Bob said. "I'll let you warm my bed for me, Hanna, just like Lacy's been doing for the past few months. But only after you test clean for any venereal diseases. Then in the fall, I'll pay your tuition, room and board. You'll want for nothing."
"And I'll make you the same offer, Trixie," I said to Bob's daughter. "I'll be your sugar daddy and you'll service me whenever I want you to service me. In exchange, I'll pick up your school expenses, just as Bob and I are now picking up Lacy's living and school expenses.
"You're having sex with Lacy?" my daughter chimed in.
"Bob and I, we're spitting the cost and sharing Lacy. She's happy with the arrangement, and so are we."
"Gawd, Daddy. She's my friend!" whined Hanna.
"And Trixie is Bob's daughter."
I turned to Bob's daughter. "Are we agreed, Trixie? You'll be my live in whore and I'll pay your living and school expenses?"
She looked to her dad.
"Don't look at me, baby," he said. "I don't want to fuck you, but Sam does. I want to fuck Hanna.
"How about it Hanna? Want to share my bed?"
My daughter looked to me with a pleading look. "Don't look at me, baby. I'm not the one paying for use of your body. Bob is."
She looked back at Bob and nodded her agreement.
"In that case, darling," Bob said, "get your pretty ass naked for me. Then come and suck my dick."
Suddenly both girls burst out giggling. "You two are so bad!" Trixie exclaimed before she pulled her t-shirt over her head. "No wonder we love you so much!" She was braless and her D cup beauties came jiggling into view. She was closely followed by my daughter shedding her tank top and barring her C-cups to us.
"Shorts and panties too!" Bob said with a laugh. A moment later and we had two naked twenty year olds sitting beside us.
"You want me to suck your dick, Mr. Bob?" my daughter saucily purred, "Then I'd love to suck your dick, but I don't see it."
"Well, then you need to help me fix that," he said taking a handful of her youthful firm tit.
Let me tell you, watching my comely daughter go down on my best friend was truly memorable. But I really didn't get to fully enjoy show as my attention was drawn to Trixie kneeling between my legs, kissing and licking and sucking on my cock, giving me the best blowjob I'd ever been treated to. The girl certainly had lots of practice, that's for sure.
Adult fun. Yes indeed!
THE END
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