DOTS AND DASHES OF COLOR Chapter Four

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This is the fourth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter.  I am no longer writing it - it is writing itself.  My fingers are slaves.

Harry Cocksworth makes an intriguing offer to Harvey and his daughter, an invitation to a private party where the guests will be staying overnight.

Is this the opportunity the twins have been lusting for - a chance for them to fuck old Dad?  Why does Harry want Harvey and Annie to come along?  Who cums, after all?  

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Borderline Behavior Across The Border

"Why does the phone always ring, just when we're sitting down to dinner?" I asked.  Harriett's all-day crock-pot stew was bad enough hot, but cruel and unusual punishment when lukewarm.

Annie must have picked it up, because the ringing stopped.  Given the silence, I figured it was one of her friends.  To stop imagining any of them naked, I focused on the lumps of meat and veggies on my plate.  Annie called from the hallway, "It's Harry, from across the street."

"He probably wants to talk to you," said Harriett, scooping up her second helping.

I found Annie in the hallway, her hand over the mouthpiece.  "His voice is dreamy."  She swayed, feet firmly planted, and passed me the receiver.  

"Go take a cold shower!"  If the twins were right about their old man's penis, I wanted Annie to have nothing to do with him.  "Hey, Harry.  What's up?"

His voice was friendly but tentative.  "Given all you've done for my girls, I wanted to do something nice for you."

Just fucking the daylights out of one and eating out the other, to say nothing of bringing his wife to an orgasm that blew her mind, was sufficient.

"I've been invited to an exclusive party, and I can bring guests.  Would you like to join us?"

"Hang on a sec, I'll check with Harriett."  My wife handles all of the social events in our family, except my sexual liaisons.

"Hold on.  This is a father/daughter event.  Just you and Annie.  Harriett can't come," he explained.

Harry just moved in and already knew my wife's sexual dysfunction.  Fathers and daughters, hmm?  Randi's tale of the American Girls club she'd coveted to join rushed to mind.  "So it'll be just you and the twins?"

"Right.  It's being held at a private club in Wisconsin.  They have marvelous facilities."

Sounded strange, but intriguing.  "What's to celebrate?"

"You ever heard of Arcuda Zenellis?"

Sounded like the scientific name of a skin condition that requires medicated lotion.  "Nope."

"He's head of a international conglomerate that happens to own the company I work for," said Harry.  "Anyway, he's throwing the bash.  I didn't make last year's, but I heard it was awesome."

I didn't travel in those circles.  My buddies don't wear suits, and shoot pool, bowl and play darts.

Harry continued, "There's some big announcement, plus a birthday party for his daughter, more like a coming out."

Birthday?  Oh, shit.  There will probably be lots of cumming, some out, some in.  Sounds like an event for me to avoid.  "That's awfully nice, but it doesn't sound like my kind of thing."  I didn't like tennis or golf, so turning him down was easy.  After playing around with his wife, I didn't want to play a round of golf with him.  "I'm not exactly the sports type.  My idea of recreation is a couple of hours on the old computer."  Surfing porno Web sites, for example.

"There's an indoor pool, acres of walking trails and a gourmet restaurant.  The twins are anxious to have you there."

I'd already had Randi, right here.  Were the twins supposed to be an incentive?  How much did Harry know, anyway?  "When is this for, exactly?"  Maybe I'd be lucky and Harriett would have us committed to something else.

Harry gave me the dates, a Saturday morning through Sunday night in a couple of weeks.  "Let me check."  I walked through the kitchen and stared at the two boxes on the calendar.  Blank, damn it!  I strolled into the dining room.  "Harry across the street is inviting Annie and me to a private birthday party up in Wisconsin.  It's over a weekend.  The dates are clear, but -"

Annie practically jumped out of her chair.  "Cool!  We can all hang together."  

Would Harry hang me, or just put a bullet through my head if he knew what I'd done to his girls?

Annie fell to her knees next to Harriett's chair and smothered her mom with hugs and 'Pleeezzzz'es.

Harriett looked up from her plate with a blank expression.  "Anna and the twins get along so well.  Go ahead, I'd hate to spoil this opportunity.  I'll move some chores to the prior week, and hold the remainder for the following weekend."

I returned to the phone, Annie hopping up and down too closely behind.  Every time she jumped into me, I felt her breasts against my back.  "Are you sure you can bring guests?"

"Oh yes.  Mr. Zenellis was quite explicit about what kinds of people were acceptable.  I gave them your name, and it passed their background checks, so you're clear to attend."

That was ominous.  What kind of person was I?  Someone who fucked a neighbor's daughter under the pretense of giving her medicine?  Just what quality screen had I passed?

"Besides," he continued, "There's something I want to talk to you about.  This trip will give us some time, away from the wives."

There was a definite upside there.  The list of chores Harriett could generate was always more than any human could accomplish in a month of days off.  "Count us in."  

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On that fateful Saturday morning, we crossed the street, duffels and bags in hand.  We'd be driving north in Harry's crossover vehicle.  Harriett won't drive my manual transmission coupe and my car wouldn't fit the twins if they were stacked two high, let alone Harry and Annie.

"Why don't you sit up front, darlin'" said Harry.  He spoke to Annie, patting the passenger seat.

I was about to walk around and interrupt Harry's seating preference when Joy appeared in their doorway.  She was in a blouse and pants, and barefoot.  "Randi, you forgot your medicine.  Harvey, would you bring it?" she hollered.

I walked over.  She placed the bottle in my hand, then cupped her hands around it.  While her husband closed up the car and the twins huddled around the passenger side, Joy whispered.  "You're my only hope."

"What do you mean?"

"Harry will be alone with the girls all weekend, unsupervised.  He'd going to deflower them for sure.  I just know it."

I added my free hand to the bundle of flesh.  "Harry's a good man.  You can trust him."

"You haven't seen the way he stares at them, in their skimpy clothes and nightgowns.  You have to promise me, you won't let him destroy my ladies."

It was okay with Joy if I was between her daughters' thighs.  She caught me with one, and offered me the second.  But not her hubby, old Billy Club Cocksworth.

She looked up at me with moist eyes.  "I'll do whatever you want.  Please, save my ladies from my fate."  She licked her lips and rubbed my hands.  "Anything."

Joy was a passionate woman who was clearly in need.  The thought of making love to her, not merely fucking, was quite arousing.  I took Randi's medicine from her hand, and let mine linger on hers.  "You'll know the joy of lovemaking, soon."  I wanted to lean down and kiss her gently.  It wouldn't have taken much, but we were being watched by the remainder of the traveling troop.

My opportunity to finesse Annie from the front seat had passed.  She was buckled in, the shoulder belt cutting through the valley between her breasts.  That put me in the rear with the twins.  I could tell Randi from Brandi immediately.   Randi's hands were sliding against my leg, brushing my arm and chest, while Brandi sat, legs tight, arms folded across her chest.

Except for me battling Randi's hands while trying not to be too obvious, and the hard-on that bulged in my jeans, the ride was uneventful.  Annie held a map on her lap.  When Harry wanted to confirm our current location, he'd put his finger, sometimes his whole hand, on the map.  Cheap feel-up!  Several times, Harry put his right arm around Annie's bucket seat.  That was the oldest trick in the book.  No way was Harry going to turn Annie into one of his tricks.  I'd have to keep an eye on him, to keep him away from all three girls!

The property was surrounded by a iron and brick fence, not so tall that we couldn't see the main building and the attached wings.  At the gated entrance, a guard appeared from a brick shack.  He stuck his head in Harry's window and asked us each our names.  A camera pointed at us from the eave of his shed.  Pretty high security for a party.  Gate crashers would have one hell of a time.  The guard gave Harry a map, which he passed to Annie, his navigator.

It was a quick ride to the short-term parking lot near the main entrance.  Rather than drag everything inside, we decided to find out where our rooms were, and then park closer.

Harry and Annie walked ahead.  He sided up to her and raised his arm behind her, waist high.  He glanced back, saw me, and dropped his arm.

I walked in between the twins.  "So, how often do you switch places?"

"Lots of times, ever since we were little," said Randi.  "She'd be me when I was having a hard time, and vice versa."

"So you took Randi's test the morning your mother caught us?"

Brandi nodded.  "Randi stayed behind and pretended to be me.  We didn't know mom would call you over."

"Or that she'd try to seduce me," I said to Brandi, "pretending to be you?"  I slowed my pace, to maintain our distance from Harry and Annie, whose arms were now around each other's waists.  I could feel my face getting warmer.

"You're not going to tell her, are you?" asked Randi.  "She'd ground us forever."

"No, as long as you keep me happy," I said.  

Randi put her hand on my ass.  "I can do that, just not tonight."  The devil was on her face.  "Brandi and I have a date with daddy."

Did Joy know how anxious her ladies were to fuck their father?  I shoved Randi's hand away.  "I mean it, you two had better behave.  No questions asked, or I rat you out.  Got it?"

Both girls nodded.  My terse demands drained the excitement from the moment.  I was an authority figure, not a sex object.

Harry and Annie waited for us in the lobby.  Harry's lead foot got us there very early.  At the desk, Harry was greeted by a scrawny man in a red bowtie and loose-fitting black suit. "I'm terribly sorry, but your rooms aren't ready.  It's this arrival of a huge number of guests, all at the same time.  It's thrown off our housekeeping schedule.  Of course, you can take advantage of the facilities while you wait."

The lobby was filling with similar pairs, men and their daughters.  The variety was astonishing.  The dads were all shapes and sizes, tall as basketball centers and short as midgets.  The girls were mostly in their upper teens to lower twenties, if my instincts were correct, but they had been wrong so often.  There must be millions of possible outfits in the world, but all of the girls were dressed alike, jeans, tight tops and jackets.  I was attending a clone convention. 
  
"Let's take a swim," shouted Randi.

"There are towels at the pool," said the thin registrar.  "Down that hallway, at the end."

"Why don't Annie and I get the swim gear out of the car?" asked Harry.

The twins sounded off in unison.  "Me too!"

I dawdled while the threesome went out to the car. Once in a while, I'd make eye contact with one of the girls.  They'd smile, I'd return the gesture, then they'd avert their eyes, as if we'd done something immoral.  Not yet, but who knows?

The noise of the crowd evaporated as a man and woman strolled across the lobby, arm in arm, preceded by two brutes in high-collar military-style jackets.   He was under-average height and weight, wearing a houndstooth suit and matching tie with a black beret tilted to one side of his head.  The woman was wrapped in a brown cloth strip that circumnavigated her body, effectively covering it from neck to below the knee.  A knitted hood in the same color cascaded over her head, hiding her hair and eyes from view.  Either her hairdo was tall or she was a Conehead.  Bits of exposed lip and chin matched the darkened skin of her hands.  A dot, a beauty mark on the crease between her nose and the corner of her mouth, was the only blemish visible.

When they had disappeared from sight, the crowd noise became a buzz.  Over and over, I heard echos of a whispered word - "Zenellis."  So that was the great corporate leader!  Was he a fashion fuck-up or was houndstooth coming back into style?  It must have been the birthday girl on his arm.  Nicely built, from what I could tell.  Endowed bust, thin waist, full hips and an ass to rival Joy's.  No matter, I'll never get close to them, not with an invitee list that was packing the lobby.

Harry and the girls returned with duffel bags.  He handed me one I recognized.  "Annie found your swim trunks.  You can share my blow dryer."

The girls ran ahead down the hall, and made a quick turn into the Women's Locker Room.  The Men's was across the hall.

Inside, Harry and I each picked lockers on the same wall of metal cubbies.  I was extremely curious about just how he was hung, given what his daughters said.  I couldn't be too obvious.  I mean, gawking at some other guy's equipment isn't done.  Proper behavior requires averting one's eyes.

When Harry was down to his boxer shorts, I turned away.

"Harvey, can I talk to you about something?"

When I turned to face him, he was straddling a narrow wood bench.  His penis lay flat against the surface.  It was as long as mine when erect, except his was flaccid.  I struggled to shift my eyes to his face.  "Sure."

"Have you ever had, you know, urges for women other than Harriett?"

"All the time."  He should only know.  "In my head.  Remember the old joke?  'How can you tell if a man is alive?  He turns his head when a pretty woman walks by.'  Don't sweat it."

"This is tough, I mean, to talk about.  Have you ever had, uh, feelings about Annie?"

"I love her.  She's my daughter."

"I mean, f-e-e-l-i-n-g-s."  His penis lurched off the bench, a tad larger.

Front seat.  Arms around each other.  "Oh, those kinds of feelings."  How much should I tell this guy?  After all, we just met.  I hate witnesses after the fact almost as much as those during the act.  "It's only natural.  They're not kids any more.  They're young women.  Hard to ignore."  Should have said 'difficult.'  "She is an attractive young woman."

"Very attractive!"  His dick jumped again.  It was getting fatter by the minute.  Harry had the hots for Annie!  I knew it!  Not with that dick, not in my daughter!

"What do you think of my girls?  They're pretty, right?  You might even say, sexy?"

Don't want to insult the guy.  "Oh yes, quite attractive."

"Do they turn you on?  I mean, Randi was going at you pretty hard in the car."  He swallowed audibly.  "Does she get you excited, enough to, well, you know -"

He let the question lay there, just like his prick.  Both were getting harder.
"I'd be lying if I told you they didn't have an effect on me."

Harry smiled, and his shoulders relaxed.  "Sometimes, with the clothes they almost wear, well, I need to put something in my lap or excuse myself altogether.  Don't want them seeing old dad with a woodie."

The twins would be delighted if they knew.  His woodie grew even longer and thicker.  I was jealous.  Joy's plea rang in my head.  "Mental masturbation is fine.  Just don't confuse imagination with reality.  You're talking about incest, guy.  Dangerous stuff."

"God, if Joy knew, or found out -"

I raised my fingers in a cockeyed Boy Scout sign.  "I won't say a word about it."

"Thanks."  He looked both ways.  "The thought of incest wrenches my stomach."  He stopped, as if the air was too thick to breathe.  "So, we both get horny around young ladies, our daughters included.  Maybe we can help each other here."

Time to get things, other than Harry's huge dick, out in the open.  "What do you mean?"

"I don't think I'm going to be able to resist the twins, sleeping in the same room as me."  Harry's erection pointed up.  The twins were right in their estimates.  It was at least ten inches, probably longer.  Shit, he'd tear any young lady in half with that thing.  Joy was right to be worried.  His voice lowered.  "Maybe we can swap?"

"What?"

"You take the twins tonight, and let Annie stay with me."  He hung his head.  His penis wasn't drooping.  It had a bulbous end, like a flagpole knob.  Harry was crazy like a fox, offering me a two-for-one trade for the night.  How could I refuse?  He didn't know Randi alone was probably worth the trade, given Brandi's reluctance for physical intimacy.  The bonus would be, this would fulfill my promise to Joy, and give me a chance to fulfill her upon our return.  My reply was obvious.  "You must be out of your fucking mind!  I'm not going to let Annie get reamed by that -" I pointed to his thick dick.  All propriety was out the window.  

"She could do worse."  Harry began to rant.  "I'm clean and I'm safe.  I passed a sexual disease test last month, and Joy insisted I get a vasectomy after the twins were born.  And I'd be careful.  Most women stretch to fit."

"You brought us up here, just so you could get into my daughter's panties?  You're slime, Harry Cocksworth!"  Decisions like this are always difficult.  Either Harry gets Annie, and I get at least Randi and Joy, maybe with Brandi as a bonus, or Harry gets the twins, I lose Joy, and maybe I don't even get Annie.  Putting it that way, the decision was clearer.  "Have you suggested this to the twins?"

"No!"  He shook his head. "I didn't think I'd have to, given what went on in the back seat.  Looked like Randi was ready to jump into your lap all the way up here.  That was Randy, right?  She's the curious one."

I nodded.  Joy's plea echoed in my mind.  She'd hold me responsible if Harry slept with his daughters.  I'd never hear the end of it.  "Let me talk with Annie.  She should have a say."  Goosebumps ran down my spine.
 
"That's certainly fair.  This ought to be consensual, for sure.  If you need to, think about this as keeping my ass out of jail."

I didn't care where Harry's rear end ended up, but I was concerned about his front.  At least we were both on the same page.  Harry and I had four balls.  Was that a walk?  Certainly I'd struck out with Brandi, despite my home run with her sister.  My mind shifted to Annie, and Harry's massive erection.  "You gotta take it easy on her. If she says yes, that is."

Harry finally stood, and pulled up some loose-fitting swim trunks.  He managed to twist and bend his erection so it didn't stand out like the Washington Monument.  A moment later, he was shaking his head, as if attempting to dislodge something from his ears.  "I'm sorry, Harvey.  Maybe you and Annie should leave.  Take my car.  We'll catch a ride back."

"No way."  I couldn't leave Harry and his daughters.  They'd double-team him in a second, and he was already primed to fuck whoever became available.  I hate moral dilemmas almost as bad as witnesses.  "We'll get through this, one way or another.  Come on, the girls are probably waiting."  My swim trunks went on more easily than Harry's, although the front wasn't flat.

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Most of the men wore baggy short-style trunks, but a few adventurous ones played exhibitionist in Speedos.  Given the skimpy swimsuits of the young ladies present, the fronts of their suits all bulged.  Besides splashing and dunking and other forms of water play, all of the girls were pointing out the provocative sights.  The dress code seemed to be borderline nudity.  

Annie, Randi and Brandi were bouncing and splashing like everyone else.  Randi swung one of those foam worm things at the other two, who jumped and dodged out of the way.  Harry dove in, while I walked down the stairs at the shallow end.  Harry was already standing near the girls by the time I sloshed to the four-foot depth.  Everything below my upper chest was submerged.  Thank God, because the sight of the twins in triangle patches and Annie in a one-piece suit obviously too small for her blossoming chest had me erect below the surface.

Harry ducked, and the foam weapon glanced off the side of my face.

Randi waded over, dropping the worm.  "Ooh, I'm so sorry."  She stroked the side of my face with her smooth palm.  Under water, I stroked the side of her rib cage.  I could have groped her, but something held me back.  My conscience?

Annie was holding two worms, one in each hand.  "Let's play a game!"

Randi spun, and my hand was on her flat belly.  "Yeah!" she cried.  "Jousting!"

I had no context for this suggestion.  Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Come here, Dad," ordered Annie.  She walked to the edge, and pulled herself out.  We were exposed to her delicious ass beneath a clinging suit.  The folds between her legs were visible, especially as she lifted one knee to climb out.

Annie turned me, so I faced away.  Holding my head, she slid one foot down one shoulder, then repeated the action.  "I challenge Randi to a duel."

I half expected Randi to face her father, grab his neck, and thrust her loins at his.  Instead, Harry dove under the water and came up between Randi's legs.  She wobbled until he got his footing, then tucked her legs around his back.  Annie assumed the same stable position.

"Okay, the last one to fall off wins!" shouted Annie.  She grabbed the two worms that floated on the surface and threw one to Randi.

I had no idea what one would 'win' in this contest.  Having one of the girls on my neck for a prolonged period would be hazardous to my health.  Already, my neck was getting as stiff as my penis below the water line.

Annie swung wildly, missing father and daughter.  Her momentum twisted us to the left, leaving us vulnerable.  Randi's worm slapped my shoulder, with no harm to Annie's position.  I moved closer to our adversaries.  When Annie swung, I adjusted our position so a likely miss tuned into a hit.  

"Ouch!"  Randi rubbed her side, where Annie's worm left a red mark.  It matched the red triangles of cloth that covered her nipples.  A high swing passed over us as I ducked down.

Randi must have been used to getting her way.  "No fair!  Stand still!"  

Harry laughed out loud.

I kept ducking, weaving, and making Annie's attempts mostly successful.  When Annie finally got a horizontal stroke under control, I backed up and turned.  The worm whipped at Randi's torso, tearing her bikini top off.  She dropped her worm and clutched at her breasts.  I spun all the way around with Annie's next swipe.  The distracted Randi took the blow and fell sideways from her father's shoulders, making a large splash.

"We won!"  Annie bounced on my shoulders.

Brandi, who'd been watching patiently from the sidelines, spoke up.  "My turn."  She swam to her father's side.

Randi came up sputtering.  "No fair!  I want a rematch!"  In her anger, she neglected to reset her top, which hung loose from her neck.

Harry's eyes bugged out at the sight of his daughter's exposed breasts.  Good thing he was mostly under water, or the whole pool would have had a show.  Speaking of the pool, Randi's accidental exposure seemed to provide an instant excuse.  Many of the young ladies had voluntarily stripped off their tops or t-shirts, exposing a wide variety of breasts in all shapes and sizes.  Pencil-tipped nipples, thick fat ones, and arolea that ranged from none to the entire front surface.  It was a smorgasbord of tit flesh.

"Cover yourself!" Harry shouted.

Randi ignored his command.  Brandi's lips tightened.  She looked uncomfortable, as if she was expected to drop her top too.

"Sister versus sister," hollered Annie, whose swimsuit was still in place, although her recent development caused her breasts to peek out from the sides.

Randi climbed up on me, using my erection as a foothold.  Harry repeated his underwater mount technique with Brandi, who "whooped" as he came up between her thighs.

Annie handed out the foam worms."  "Begin!"

I used the same technique as last time.  Because Randi had more control with her weapon, my added efforts yielded better results.  Brandi was dispatched quickly, falling backwards and taking her dad under water with her.  With his arms and her legs tangled together, they struggled and thrashed before coming up for air.  Brandi's blue bikini had shifted to the side, exposing her nipples.  

Harry coughed, and pushed his hair and water from his face.  "Harvey, you're cheating."

Randi huddled with Brandi, then made up a new rule.  "You guys have to turn backwards."

"Yeah, then your dad can't cheat," added Brandi.

Harry and I exchanged glances before we turned our backs to each other.  The consequences of this new position wasn't clear until Randi climbed into position on my shoulders.  Since She was facing me, my mouth rested between her navel and groin, just about at the lip of her bikini bottoms.

I couldn't see who was on Harry, but I understood his situation.  Our mouths were dangerously close to young pussy.

I didn't realize the game had begun.  Randi was jumping and wiggling as she battled our opponents, rubbing her crotch against my face.  Instinctively, I contorted my mouth against her nylon-covered crotch.  When the bikini bottom slipped, so did my tongue, against her exposed pussy lip.  She yipped even louder as I dragged my tongue near the entrance to her cunt.

When Randi fell backwards, I got a quick glimpse of her displaced bottoms, pushed to the side from her movement and my probing.  I turned.  Harry and Annie were celebrating their victory.  He was holding Annie's buttocks, noisily munching her pussy around or through her swimsuit. 

She held his head tight against her lower belly as she shimmied on his shoulders.  "You're real good, Mr. Cocksworth!"

He came up from her groin for a breath.  "Call me Harry."

Brandi turned her head, but Randi floated over and beat on her dad's back.  "I want a turn!"

Slowly, Annie spread her legs over Harry's arms, sliding down the front of his body.  She stopped when they were chest to chest.  Son of bitch, she was sitting on his erection!  He lifted her away.

"You take Mr. M., sis," said Randi.

Brandi approached me slowly, with one eyebrow raised.  We used the side of the pool for her to mount me.  There was a loud disagreement behind, so I turned around.  Annie was hanging on Harry's arm.  Seems that Randi wanted to ride her dad's face, but Annie wasn't giving an inch.  Harry smoothed Randi's hair, kissed her on the forehead, but let Annie climb back up.

Brandi straightened her position.  It was déjà vu except for a blue bikini instead of a red one.  I gave Brandi some vigorous mouth action as she lifted up to swing the foam worm.  She began humping my face, panting and whimpering.  I needed Harry to see the mirror image of his actions.

Someone, probably Randi, pulled my swim trunks to my ankles.  Now, even if I wanted to assist Brandi with position I couldn't see or move.  

Randi called out "Good shot, sis!  Now finish her off!"

Annie might have fallen, although I didn't hear a splash.  Was the game over?

I let Brandi slide down my chest until her pussy landed against the base of my erection.  Holding her ass, I humped against her a few times, then slid her off, making sure her cunt dragged along the full length of my dick.  She sloshed through the water, to put some distance between us.  I'd gone too far.

I turned, learning that Annie hadn't fallen.  She just gave up on the game, much too engrossed in Harry's interest.  Annie's legs were wrapped around his middle.  He fondled the outside edges of her breasts, kissed her full on the lips, then ran his hands down her back to her ass.  He did everything except stick that baseball bat of a prick into her pussy.

Randi stood with legs apart and fists on her hips.  She shook, her breasts vibrating on her chest.  Harry's cock was her treasure, but Annie had his attention, and had him at attention.

"Look at the time!"  Randi pointed to the clock on the tile wall.  "We need to get checked in.  I'm sure our rooms are ready."

We did need to get cleaned up for dinner.  It was obvious she was trying to prevent Harry and Annie from fucking right there in front of everybody.  As we walked out of the pool, Zenellis with his daughter on his arm were leaving the pool area.  She had taken off the cowling.  Her braided hair was piled up on her head.  Her hips below a thin waist swayed with each step, and her ass looked high and round. 

In the locker room, Harry was quiet.

"So, do you think Annie is interested?" I asked.

Harry brightened.  "Sure seemed like she was enjoying herself.  She didn't gasp or anything when she took hold of my dick.  Has she been sexually active?"

Annie fondled Harry's erection below water level?  I'd missed that part.

"Maybe Harriett knows, but she doesn't talk to me about stuff like that."  Like hell.  "I'll speak to her.  Like you said, we don't want you shagging the twins and getting hauled off to jail."

"Great!  If this works out, you'll have a good time with Randi.  Maybe Brandi can watch and learn something."

We cleaned up in a common area with multiple showerheads.  Harry used shampoo to lather up his erection, which hadn't gone down.  With minimal strokes, he shot cum towards the drain.  

He looked up at me.  "Sorry.  It won't go down otherwise."

I took solace in the fact that he wouldn't get the plumbing pregnant.

* * *

The girls' hair was still damp when we met them in the lobby.  They looked so much younger that way.  And more vulnerable.

The crowd in the lobby was enormous and impatient.  Father after father barged their way to the reception desk, demanding service.  We waited in what seemed to be the line.  Dads dragged their daughters through the mob, butting in between members of our group.  On several occasions, young ladies rubbed against me, as they were pulled along.

Finally it was our turn.  Check-in was unusual.  Each of us got a plastic name badge, slightly thicker than a credit card.  Harry's was decorated with one large black houndstooth on white background, with a stylized "Z" and the number 90.  His daughters' cards matched in color.  Brandi got 91 and Randi got 92.  My badge was a white houndstooth on black, same logo, number 270.  Annie was 271.  From the black and white coloring, anyone could tell employees from guests.  The numbering identified what young lady belonged to what dad.  How gloriously technical!   When I turned the card over, there was a magnetic stripe and the back had a gritty texture.  The clerk handed Harry and me envelopes.  Our names were written on the fronts in calligraphy, and the familiar Z logo adorned the upper left corner.

I stuffed the envelope in my pocket and started to put the card in my wallet.

The bow-tied clerk raised a finger in the air.  "You'll need the card to receive your room key."  He pointed to a row of touch-screen terminals against the far wall.  "After that, please wear them," he said.  His hair was frizzing out from the thick application of gel.

Evidently the card was not the room key.  I held mine up for inspection.  "There's no pins or clips."

The clerk leaned over, took Brandi's card from her hand, and placed it on her chest.  His fingers stayed there longer than necessary, but the card remained when he removed his hand.  I tried the procedure with mine.   Amazing!  Whoever developed this technology would make a fortune.  Maybe he already had?

The row of six touch-screen terminals had been recently installed.  Power and data cables ran like snakes from behind the machines to plugs on the wall and sockets into a network hub.  Camera hanging from the ceiling recorded everything that happened at each terminal.  Heavy surveillance for a birthday party!

Again, we all waited in line.  When it was my turn, I swiped my card through the reader.  There were three touch areas on the screen, but only one had text:  "CHECK-IN".  I pressed it.  I stared at details about me that I didn't think were part of public record.  Goosebumps ran down my back.  I touched the screen to confirm I was me.  Then the screen filled with text.  I've been in enough vendor meetings to recognize a non-disclosure agreement when I see one.  So, I had to be bound to a confidentiality agreement in exchange for room key?  Since I had no choice, not if I was going to stick around, I touched YES.  The screen asked me to select an eight-digit password.  Pretty smart!  One more than the number of digits in a phone number would not be easy to break.  I used a combination of my birthday and Annie's, mixed up.  The screen blinked, then said SMILE.  With a flash, my picture was taken.  No names, just numbers and a photograph!

The girls all went through the same procedure, getting duplicate room keys, agreeing to the NDA, setting passwords and getting their photos taken.

Randi pouted.  "I closed my eyes.  Can I retake the pic?"

We all chuckled.

"What?" she cried.

We marched out to the parking lot to retrieve our luggage.   Expensive cars had filled the parking lot.  Harry and I carried suit bags.  He warned me about a formal dinner that evening.  Of course, our daughters pawned their long dresses off on us.  That way, they could get away with tote bags containing the essentials - make-up, hair stuff, appliances - oh, and a few clothes as well.  We dragged our bags from the rear of the vehicle.  I grabbed a soft-sided suitcase and slung a worn beige bag over my shoulder from its frayed strap.

"What's that?  Shaving kit?"  Harry grinned from ear to ear.

"It's my emergency stuff," I said.  "Hammer, nails, screwdrivers and screws, pliers, wrench, and a roll of duct tape.  I take it on every trip.  You just never know."

Harry shook his head.  We entered the building through the side and walked up one flight to our rooms, which were across the hall from each other.  

"See you at dinner?"  Harry winked.

"Yeah.  Sure."  After I have a heart to heart with Annie.

Annie was first through our door.  "I'm showering first."  She ran to occupy the bathroom.  I dumped the contents of my pockets on the dresser.  Only then did I remember the envelope.  It contained a postcard-sized note, addressed to GUEST DAUGHTER and a smaller envelope, labeled "GUEST FATHER ONLY".

Annie didn't bother struggling to cover her whole body with the hotel-sized towel.  She'd wrapped it around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed.  "See, Daddy, they're bigger now."

"And that makes you happy?"  They made everyone take notice, including me.

"Yeah.  Did you see how Mr. Cocksworth, I mean, Harry, looked at them?"

Had she forgotten his groping?  "He did more than look, sweetheart."

"Are you angry with me?"  She sat next to me on the bed.

No way was I going to push her into an intimate encounter with Cocksworth, no matter how much he wanted it.  I handed her the postcard.  "This is for you."

She took the card but didn't look at it.  "You didn't answer.  Are you angry that Harry and I got friendly with each other?"

"Not angry, just concerned.  Like a father."  I fiddled with the sealed envelope.

"'Cause, I really liked it.  You know, I haven't done it with anybody else since you."   Annie and her friends had tricked me into taking my daughter's cherry by all dressing up as Betty Boops with skimpy outfits and large plastic heads.  So, she hadn't gone on some wild sex rampage?  That makes the subject of Harry more difficult.

How to broach the subject?  "You must have seen or felt his penis.  I accidentally saw it in the locker room when we were changing."

"Wowsers, did I!  I could barely get my hand around it."

Harry hadn't lied.  Things had gone on under water.  Might as well paint a worst case scenario.  "And you're interested in having him pound that thing into you?" 

"I'm not scared.  Maybe I'll let him put it in only half way."  She knew better, and smiled.  If Harry started, he'd give her the full length, sooner rather than later.  That's what I would do.  It's what I have done with Annie's friends, over and over, despite better intentions.

"I know how to take care of myself, Daddy.  Trust me."  She read the postcard.  "Oh my God!  There's a punch and playlist party for all the girls!  I gotta get dressed."

Annie's towel fell as she bolted from the bed.  Her tits and ass jiggled as she jogged to the bathroom.  The possibility of a quickie ran through my head.  The sound of the blowdryer stifled further conversation.  There were three taps.  I squinted through the peephole in the door.  "The twins are here."

"Tell them I'll be right out."

I opened the door.  One wore a short red dress, exposing major leg halfway up her thighs.  The other wore an ankle length blue gown.  The dresses were of identical design except for the hemline.

"Hi, Mr. M."  The girl in red ran her hand down my chest as she walked past.  Randi.  Red.  At least she's consistent.

Brandi skulked in behind her sister, saying nothing.  She was probably pissed about what I'd done to her in the pool.  I needed to be careful with Brandi.  She had as much on me as I did on her.

"Ta da!"  Annie struck a pose in her simple black dress with a halter top.  Her breasts more than filled the cloth that ran up the front and tied behind her neck.  If she leaned forward, someone on the side would get a pleasant breast shot, in profile.

"Let's go!  I heard they've got a D J and munchies," said Randi.  She licked her lips for emphasis.

"I'm starved," said Annie.  She waved as they departed.  "Later."

The envelope was still in my hands, bent and creased from my absentminded fiddling.

(To be continued)

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An Original H M Tale 

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