
                        Sheila's Slumber Party

                           by Georgie Porgie
                           24 December 1989


                   Chapter 1: The Father's Story

     I have two daughters, Sheila age seven, and Lisa age five, both blond
and blue-eyed.	Sheila's birthday was last month; Lisa's is next month.
Lisa wants to have a slumber party on her birthday like Sheila did, only not
invite the two boys who came last time.

     Sheila hadn't wanted to invite the boys to her birthday slumber party,
either.  "They're bullies!" she told me, "They're naughty to all the girls
on the playground when the teachers aren't looking."  But I had insisted on
inviting them, along with the five other girls Sheila invited.

     The day of the party came, and at five o'clock I had my girls come
inside and take off their play clothes for a bath.  (This was always one of
my favorite "duties" as a father, once their mother had died.  She had done
the unpleasant tasks when they were babies, but when Lisa turned three I
decided I didn't need or want a bitch in my way any longer.  The tasks were
no longer unpleasant; they were quite enjoyable if a person had the right
attitude.)

     I pulled off Sheila's dress, then helped Lisa with her halter and her
skirt as I watched Sheila slide off her socks and panties.  Then I held
Lisa's arms over her head playfully, and she giggled and struggled slightly
as Sheila stripped her of her panties and socks.  I carried Lisa to the tub
and set her in it, carrying her face down with one hand supporting her chest
and the other between her legs.  I lifted Sheila in a cradle, kissed her
lightly on the cheek, then long and warmly on her lips.  She hugged me and
kissed me back.  I lowered her into the tub, caressing her legs, hips, and
back as I released her.

     I made sure they were washed, first soaping every part of their bodies
as they stood on their knees, then rinsing off all the soap with my hand.
When they were ready to be dried, I lifted them out of the tub and they
stood on the bathmat as I skimmed the water from their creamy smooth skin.
I slid my hands down Sheila's back, and water ran in rivulets over her
bottom and down her legs.  I skimmed her arms the same way, and water
dripped off her fingers onto the floor.  She turned her chest to me, her
tiny breasts like little pink stars in a creamy pink galaxy, and let me
caress her from her neck to her pussy as a puddle formed around her feet.
Then I held her and hugged her, as I always did at this point, and gave her
another long kiss.  I gently dried her bottom the same way, and finished by
wiping her legs from her pussy to her ankles.

     Sheila took a dry washcloth and stood aside to finish drying herself as
I lovingly performed the same ritual on Lisa's soft warm body.  I loved each
of them dearly, adoring each difference, cherishing each similarity.  When I
finished with Lisa she took the washcloth from Sheila, and I took Sheila in
my embrace, a full-body hug and caress.  We kissed passionately, unashamed
of our nakedness, as Lisa watched, eagerly awaiting her turn.  Lisa and I
kissed just as passionately, but differently.  As each girl was different in
form, so each was different in action.

     Then it was time to put on the clothes.  I always regretted having to
hide such beauty from the world, but the world forced me to, so I consoled
myself that the world got what it deserved.  Even though they went freely
naked in my sight without any shame whatsoever, the girls had already been
taught shame from their so-called friends, and wouldn't tolerate even their
panties showing in public if they noticed (which they frequently did not).
Although they wouldn't go naked willingly tonight, I had selected clothes
to try to express their inexpressible childish femininity.  I tied long pink
ribbons into Lisa's hair, and longer ones into Sheila's, making bows with
seven loops.  They sat down on the carpet and leaned back, while I put short
white socks on each of four feet, holding them high and wide, gazing long
and longingly at the pretty pink tulips spreading before me.  Shoes of shiny
white followed when all four socks were in place, and I took my time with
the buckles, which I only glanced at occasionally anyway.  Then I held a
pair of sheer lacy white panties for each girl, as she held my shoulders and
stepped into them and let me pull them slowly up, hiding each pussy like
snow hides a flower.  There was only a very thin layer of snow this time,
by my choice.  I helped each girl into a matching frilly snow-white dress,
first Lisa then Sheila, and at last they were ready for the party.

     During the party, I remember going downstairs to get some ice cream,
but I don't remember coming back upstairs.


                      Chapter 2: Lisa's Story

     During Sheila's birthday slumber party, the two boys chased me into my
bedroom, then tied me up to my bed using the ribbons from my hair.  They tied
my wrists together to the bedpost, then they pulled my party dress up and
over my head and wrapped it around my wrists and the bedpost.  Then they
lifted my feet and took off my new shoes and my frilly white socks, and
finally they pulled my panties down to my ankles, then off of me so I was
totally naked.  I stood there crying, standing naked by my bed as each of
the children at the party took turns secretly coming into my room and
looking at me and feeling me all over.

     Then the boys came back, lifted me over the railing onto my bed and
tied me up, face up with my legs spread wide, ankles tied to the foot of the
bed.  The boys undressed and took turns raping me as the rest of the girls
secretly took turns coming in to watch me get raped, and to laugh at me.
Even Sheila came in and laughed at me for laying there stark naked in front
of the boys, and letting them fuck me.

     They left me tied up there, alone.  I heard them laughing at the party
for awhile, then I heard Sheila screaming while everyone else laughed.  She
started screaming real loud, then she stopped.  A little while later Daddy
came into my bedroom and saw me tied naked on my bed.  I thought he would
untie me, until the rest of the children followed him in.  They gathered
around the bed and watched as he lay down on top of me and raped me.  I
screamed and cried and begged him to stop, and they all cheered him on.


                      Chapter 3: Sheila's Story

     When Daddy went to the basement to get the ice cream from the freezer,
everyone grabbed me.  They pinned my arms behind me and told me it was
time for my birthday spanking.  The boys stood in front of me naked, in
anticipation, as the other girls at the party held me.  I struggled as they
pulled my party dress up, and pulled it over my head and down off my arms.
I resisted fiercely as the girls grabbed my legs and stripped my panties off
of me.  Then the girls held me down on the floor, legs and arms spread wide,
wearing only my pretty shoes and my socks, and my hair ribbons.  The boys
then began to rape me and the girls cheered and clapped and made fun of me.

     When Daddy came up with the ice cream and saw what they were doing, he
took his clothes off, came up and threw the boys off of me.  The girls let
go of me in a hurry, but before I could get up, Daddy jumped on me and held
me down.  I started to scream as he rammed his cock into my pussy.  Once the
other children got over their surprise, they laughed and encouraged him to
rape me faster and faster.  After a few minutes of humping and thrusting, he
came.  I was sobbing and pleading with him to stop the whole time.

     When he finally got off of me, the boys told him where Lisa was, and
what she was wearing, and what they wanted to see.  I heard Lisa screaming
and crying for several minutes after they all followed Daddy into her
bedroom.
