A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.


By the Friday afternoon, a little before Mr and Mrs Stevens were due home from work, Matt had almost bored of abusing the two younger girls.

True he still had a blow job at least once a day and true he still kept them naked when the house was empty but Ann hadn't been fucked for almost 20 hours, she was timing it, and she was missing it. Stacey, she knew, had gone even longer but then Stacey wasn't so happy about fucking her own brother.

Anyway, back to the tale. By the time Mr & Mrs Stevens arrived home all three teens were dressed, or at least they all wore swimwear.

The extended family had a relaxed meal around the pool and then Mr Stevens announced that there was to be a further party next Friday evening. 

"In fact, there are to be two parties next week." He explained "Friday is work and I'd appreciate help from you pretty young things, even you Matt" he said laughing "Saturday is my birthday so we'll just have our own celebrations."

He looked at his daughter and her friend "a few extra rules I think girls. I'm very grateful for the way you "entertain" at these functions but we have to take care to make sure that nobody gets carried away as much as those arseholes last time." He paused to give the girls long enough to remember. "True they did sign a very lucrative contract the following week, but I have no wish to put any of you in serious danger. An admiring glance or quick feel is one thing but if they hadn't been interrupted they would have gone much further than that."

Once again he paused.

"So" Mr Stevens went on "It's no drinking for you girls during those events. That way you get to keep your wits about you and, if you are quick enough, your clothes in place!"

Everybody laughed at that.

Mrs Stevens joined in "You know we have no concerns about you having a drink wit us when you are safe but not more than the briefest sip of fizz before or during one of those bashes, ok?"

Both girls nodded their agreement.

The following day, Saturday, saw yet another round of shopping and, once again, money appeared to be no object.

On Sunday Mrs Stevens caught Ann alone and took her aside. Everybody else was stretched out on the loungers catching sun and Ann had come into the kitchen for some water. Mrs Stevens simply followed her in.

"Ann dear" she started "I have an idea for my husbands birthday.............."
20 minutes later Stacey squinted as she looked up at her friends return.

"Where've you been?" she queried.

"Got caught up watching some lame tv show" replied Ann smoothly.

The Friday evening cocktail party was quite formal. As usual during these events the youngsters stayed out of the way until all of the guests had a chance to arrive and then made their grand appearance. Mr Stevens would always be off to one side simply watching which of his guests reacted to the teens arrival and, indeed, how they reacted.

This time the girls wore nearly matching outfits. Both wore shimmering sequinned sleeveless tops with high necks. The tops were just long enough to occasionally collide with the short black skirts that each teen wore. When top and skirt weren't colliding a flash of pale skin attracted attention. Stacey wore a gold top whilst Ann's was silver. Both wore flat shoes.

Matt wore a very grown up dinner jacket and looked quite the young man around town. Even with clothes covering his fir young body he soon had a number of the female guests queuing up to "talk" to him.

Mr & Mrs Stevens briefly came together. 

"Very fetching outfits the girls have on dear" said Mrs Stevens to her husband. "Might need a bit of oomph to grab anybodies attention though." She continued.

"Wait until the swimwear section" winked her husband

In fact despite the relative modest ness of their attire the girls too were attracting considerable attention. A number of the men who Mr Stevens was particularly targeting were quite comfortable making polite small talk with the girls. The same men who only a few weeks before had been most uncomfortable in the presence of two nearly naked 13 year olds.

Moreover, Mr Stevens noticed that, whilst the girls were working reasonably closely, Ann was quite confident and content working her own small circle. "Pretty good for a newbie" he thought to himself.

He waited for some time to allow the drink to sink in before announcing that the pool was open if the kids were interested. He explained to a nearby group that he felt that they had been grown up quite long enough for one night. 

He noticed the girls chatting to their small entourage as they slowly led them over the lawn towards the patio and pool area beyond. He also noticed that Matt, by prior arrangement, was staying the course in his formal clothes and keeping the right females well away from the patio area.

Excusing himself from the current grouping he made his own way towards the edge of the pool complex, supposedly heading towards the bar, but actually needing to see for himself what reaction the girls would get.

By the time he was in position the girls had lost all but three of their followers. Most were too sheepish or frightened of their wives to be willingly led. The three that remained were either stupid, drunk or probably both.

He watched as the men stood in a misshapen line making comments about skinny dipping. He watched his daughters mouth open and could imagine the tone of voice as he read her lips.

"Silly, we have our suits on already - there are spares in the cubicles if you gentlemen want to try the pool."

And then they stripped. 

It took seconds for the sequinned tops to be tossed aside to reveal those familiar triangle coverings that the string tied bikinis always offered. Shoes were kicked off and the skirts undone and the girls stood, side by side, facing their small audience.

A brief smattering of applause was quickly silenced and replaced by gasps as the girls turned, briefly displayed the slimmest of strips of material at the rear of their thong bikinis and jumped into the pool.

Mr Stevens grinned as all three men moved towards the cubicles on the far side of the room.

Knowing that all was well and making a note to check back shortly he went to join another small group for his very practised small talk.

Back in the pool the girls weren't alone for long. Long enough for Stacey to notice that Ann was allowing her own hand to slip between her thighs a little.

"Hey Ann" she whispered "I can see you're hot for it but don't get carried away huh"

Ann pulled her had from her bikini briefs and stuck her tongue out at the more experienced "entertainer".

The first man to emerge was probably the oldest of the three. In his 50's with thinning hair and a belly that flowed freely over the swimming shorts he now wore. He jumped in and hadn't surfaced when number two emerged. Younger, more hair but almost as big a belly. Number three was at his shoulder. Nothing to significantly distinguish him as far as the girls were concerned, too old, too stupid and too fat to be allowed out without chaperones.

Ann and Stacey smiled at each other as the third man hit the water and the games began.

At first it was light hearted splashing. That naturally turned into chases which naturally turned into a hunt. Three older men chasing two fit and nubile teens around a pool. There was no competition and the girls would never have been caught, had they not wanted to be.

It was number 1 who first boldly went and yelled out a victory celebration as hi hands slid over firm buttocks. That seemed to spur on 2 and 3 and the girls, slowing now, found themselves "brushed up against" quite often. As they slowed still further hands became more reticent to leave their young bodies, breasts were grazed, playful smiles and winks exchanged and pussys were manhandled.

Mr Stevens popped back every now and then. Content that the girls were moving freely he wandered off again for another round in the garden. It was just after one of these fly pasts that it occurred.

It definitely wasn't in the plan and it wasn't intended either but as number 2 slipped his hand between Stacey's parted legs as she swam past his wristwatch caught the tie of her bikini bottoms. 

Anxious to swim through the thong Stacey made determined strokes and it was only when she felt the scrap of material fully leave her did she realise her problem. By then number 2 was holding up the scrap and whooping to his compatriots.

"oops" she squealed "can I have that back mister?" she said in her best school girl squeak. It was meant to say, "don't worry accidents happen and we can still carry on playing" what it actually said to number 2 was "what took you so long?"

"Sure" said number two beaming from ear to ear and holding the garment towards her.

Two quick strokes and Stacey was with him, a flash of movement later and he held her across the chest with her back to him as his free hand attempted to undo the bikini top.

Number 3 laughed at the sight but Ann knew it was going wrong and moved to help her friend. Number 1 moved too, but not to help Stacey. More to help himself. 

Grabbing Ann, number 1 quickly tore off the bikini top and, after a slight struggle, worked the bikini bottoms undone as well. He tossed the clothing, if it could be called that, to the side of the pool. Stacey was also quickly devoid of clothes and the hunt became a proper hunt with the girls swimming to the best of their ability to keep out of range and find a way out of the pool.

When Mr Stevens made another pass he noticed that girls still keeping a good distance, smiled, and moved off again.

Try as they might, Ann and Stacey couldn't find a way past all three to make it to the steps. The occasional hand would grab at breast or cunt as they swam around trying to keep out of reach but they held their ground for a time. It was bound to happen though and it was Stacey who finally fell prey to numbers one and three together.

Whilst number two kept Ann cornered in the deep end of the pool numbers one and three dragged Stacey off to the shallows.

There she was displayed in all her naked glory, breasts, though they didn't call them that, were grabbed and fondled and hands cupped her mound as the girl stood between the two men shivering.

Finally, Ann realised that she needed to rest and gave in, much to the delight of number two who grabbed at her naked body as they made there way towards the rest of the group.

In fact, quite by chance, number two made the smartest move. One hand gripped Ann's shoulder and the other spent the entire time between her thighs as he "taught her to swim".

In the short distance between one end of the pool and the other, the young girl became quite aroused. A fact not missed by her captors when her body was propelled from the water and displayed as Stacey's had been. The sheen which formed rapidly between her legs was patently not water, the aroma she gave off smacked of anything but sweet innocence and the groan she voiced when number two inserted his index finger into her cunt was the final tell tale sign.

"Hot bitch wants it." One of the men said

"Bring them" said another

The girls were encouraged out of the pool and towards the cubicles on the far side of the room.

Once inside Ann was shoved roughly to her knees.

"Like cock girly?" hissed a voice

The girl nodded imperceptibly and Stacey knew they were in real trouble.

The first stiff erection slipped between Ann's lips and Stacey watched her go to work.

Her mind raced through possible escape scenarios as her friend sucked the first man off. Trouble was her mind was slowing down as the fingers slipping in and out of her own passage generated thoughts of their own.

Ann had white smears on her face now and a second cock in her mouth.

"You can do that I reckon" said the man fingering Stacey and he pushed her to her knees as he fumbled to get his own erection out of his shorts.

By the time his first spurt hit the back of her throat Stacey could see Ann being laid on the floor. It was only a matter of time before these old men would get their erections back and start fucking the two youngsters. Stacey too was encouraged onto her back, legs spread.

The girls looked at each other and the pure lust written in Ann's face gave Stacey the idea.

"Want a show mister?" she asked the nearest man as he stroked his flaccid cock.

Without waiting for an answer Stacey snaked a hand out to between her friend thighs. Another groan, louder this time.

Stacey clambered onto all fours, straddled her prone friend and lowered her pussy to Ann's mouth even as she dropped her own head to lap at her friend.

"Jesus H Christ" she heard behind her "which one you wanna do first?"

Then the cubicle erupted. Number one slumped to the floor ahead of Stacey, out cold. Number 2 made a swift exit untouched and number 3 was in the grip of a mad man. A very young, very fit and very well dressed mad man who had already claimed these two sluts for himself.

Planting his feet either side of the girls Matt fought with classic intent. A punch to the flabby stomach ad number three doubled up just in time to meet an uppercut which sent him sprawling out of the cubicle in a heap.

Seconds later and Matt had dumped number 1 in the pool to waken him up before escorting the girls to the foot of the stairs with instructions not to come down until called for.

They were called for about 90 minutes later.

The party had broken up amid riotous scenes.

It seems that the cubicle that they were using was where number 2 had left his clothes. He hadn't bothered about that as he exited the pool complex at a run, anxious to get away from the rabid dog killing his compatriots. Only one of the guests, his wife, had not found the event highly amusing.

Calmed and wrapped in a robe the laughter erupted once more when the naked form of number 1 clambered out of the pool and swore blind that he had never seen number 2 before in his life. Neither marriage was likely to be able to readily smooth over the obvious gay affair that the guests were witnessing and nobody ever found out who had been fighting with the deputy mayor who returned to the party fully dressed but with his lip bleeding into the ruffles on the front of his shirt. His story was that he had seen the other two in the pool, slipped in his surprise and disgust and banged his head on the way down. He couldn't quite explain the cut to his lip on the right and the black eye on the left. Maybe he bounced.

Matt had calmed his parents, promising that he had got there in time and that the girls were fine. He had been sent to get them and took the time to explain what had been said as he calmly fucked Ann back to her senses.

"You alright Sis?" he enquired of Stacey as he withdrew from between Ann's well spread thighs.

"Yeah... what" and then catching his meaning "I'll manage without bro. Thanks!"

Dressed in pyjamas and wrapped in robes they joined Mr & Mrs Stevens for a nightcap.

Stacey explained how the accidental disrobing had taken place and the events that followed. She missed out on the wanton lust of her friend and the fact that they had both swallowed cum. She simply explained that they offered to act out the "lezzy stuff" to delay things.

Matt was hero of the day. Cognac and cigars were produced and the party went on.

The girls woke with huge hangovers.

Eventually Stacey clambered out of bed and made her way to the en suite bathroom. The water felt good on her skin and she started to get the alcohol induced cobwebs out of her head. 

She was vaguely surprised when she returned to find Ann's bed empty and started to dress. Ann returned a few moments later looking just a little sheepish.

"Hey Ann" hissed Stacey "You really are a compete slut you know"

Ann shrugged her shoulders and made her way towards the shower.

"Make sure you get my brothers cum out of your hair before breakfast" Stacey yelled after her.

The day was reasonably quiet. Matt and Stacey gave their father small birthday gifts over the breakfast table and both noticed that neither their mother nor Ann had gifts to offer. The matter wasn't given much thought though and the group were soon taking turns on the tennis court at the far end o the garden.

The games were just for fun, which is probably just as well as Mr Stevens complained how unfair it was for Ann to let her short tennis skirt ride up so often as he was serving. Ann blushed deeply but played on.

The afternoon was spent lounging around the pool and patio and then dinner arrived in the form of a full catered banquet for the five to share.

After the meal the group relaxed again with wine and cognac flowing freely.

It was around 9.30 when Mrs Stevens moved off, hit a button and the room was flooded with a light "happy birthday" melody. Mr Stevens, Stacey and Matt were all conducting the "orchestra" when the whispy vocals of Marilyn Monroe's classic "happy birthday Mr President started to pour through the speakers. 

Almost immediately a miniature Marilyn appeared in the room. Nobody had noticed Ann slip away to change and nobody had noticed the other disappearances in the last day and a half when the girl had been practising.

Ann and Mrs Stevens exchanged knowing glances as the teen mimed the words carefully and expertly as she played with the plentiful folds of the white Monroe style dress that she wore.

"Happy Birthday Mr President" was drowned out by a determined "Happy Birthday Mr Stevens" from Ann and applause rang out as the miniature Monroe bowed and then bounced into Mr Stevens' lap.

As she squirmed in his lap the music changed again and this time Matt and Stacey took to the floor in a classic Tango. This time Ann looked at the knowing smile of Mrs Stevens and Mr Stevens gave his wife a "thumbs up".

The siblings finished their dance and Matt moved back to his chair. The music changed again to the classic "stripper". Stacey started gyrating to the music.

Mr Stevens started to protest but was soon silenced when Ann leapt off his lap, joined her friend and, with a quick check of the movements, danced along.

Ann hadn't been included in this routine but was determined to say thank you the only way she knew how. As Stacey kicked of shoes Ann followed suit. Stacey's blouse was undone, Ann quickly wriggled out of the top of her dress.

Stacey slipped the shirt off to reveal a purple bodice. Ann wore a simple silk bra.

Stacey took the time to wink at her young friend, almost in challenge as she undid her shorts and slid them down her pale thighs. Underneath she was dressed for the part, the bodice finished above purple silk cammy knickers with a matching garter belt. The belt was attached to nothing as stockings would have shown under her shorts.

Ann gulped down the implied challenge and slipped the dress down to form a puddle around her ankles. Stepping out of the puddle Mr Stevens could see that she too wore silk with a matching garter belt. In Ann's case, though, the silk was in the form of a flimsy thong and the garter belt attached to white silk stockings to match the "Monroe" dress.

As the music finished Stacey turned, bent at the waist and wiggled her silk covered posterior at her father giggling loudly. Ann turned, bent at the waist and wiggled her own barely protected posterior at him too.

Two giggling teens returned to the group amongst applause. Stacey swept up her wine glass, emptied it and held it out for more. Matt obliged. Ann grabbed her own glass, still half full, and returned to her seat on Mr Steven's lap.

"Well, well" he hissed "I suppose that this was your idea" he said to his wife. "It's interesting to be on the wrong side of these two temptresses - interesting and just a bit scary!"

The night went on. The wine went down and the air filled with more cigar smoke as Matt and his father lit their favourite Cuban cigars.

By 11.30 Stacey could hardly stand and Mrs Stevens excused both herself and her daughter in the same breath.

"Don't be too late to bed - it's a work day tomorrow" she said as she passed her husband.

A few minutes later and Mr Stevens announced that he needed to "pay a visit". He lifted the squirming Ann easily and deposited her on Matt's lap as he left.

He wasn't gone long but long enough for the two teens to be getting quite cozy by the time he returned.

He noticed that his son was having a difficult time keeping his hands to neutral places on the girls body. He noticed the girls body!

Deftly adjusting his trousers he sat back down, uttered a few words of meaningless conversation and settled in to watch.

Matt took his fathers silence as permission and his hands started to wander. He quickly found Ann's nipples through the silk blouse and the girl gurgled her delight, oblivious or uncaring of the audience.

As Ann warmed up and showed no signs of stopping him Matt allowed his fingers to slip under and around the material to touch bare breast flesh and Ann shivered her appreciation.

Hesitating Matt looked up at his father. Mr Stevens waved any concerns away with his cigar and watched spellbound as his son deftly undid the clasp at the rear of her bra, slipped the straps off her young shoulders and swept the flimsy covering away to expose her breasts.

Matt even took the time to move her slightly so that she faced his father as his hands massaged her tits and pinched her nipples. Ann closed her eyes and enjoyed.

After a time Matt allowed one hand to travel down and slowly, strap by strap, separated the garter belt from the stockings. That done he allowed that hand to travel the girls groin area, pressing the material between her lower lips as he did so.

Again he hesitated, again his father waved him on.

Matt shoved the girl to her feet where she swayed unsteadily, her half closed eyes focussing on Mr Stevens as Matt tugged down her thong to expose her particular sweetness to his father.
Encouraging the girl to part her legs he reached between them from behind and used his fingers to display the girls most private charms to his now very attentive father.

Ann, dimly aware that she stood before Mr Stevens wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings purred as the boy fingered her. She purred still louder when he stood behind her and reached around to cup one breast at the same time as his other hand cupped her mound. She allowed herself to be propelled forward. To be pushed to a kneeling position and then for Matt to arrange her on all fours. 

She was aware of her proximity to Mr Stevens' lap and took the time to open her eyes and look up at the man as she heard Matt's zipper lowering. As she felt the young  boy wrap his body about her rear and felt his erection pressing between her thighs she risked a quiet smile at Mr Stevens.

It all went a little hazy for the girl as Matt finally penetrated her. She was aware of the noises emanating from her mouth, aware that she was pushing back to meet Matt's urgent thrusts but she was less aware of the brief and Spartan conversation between father and son.

"My treat Dad" said Matt "just undo your trousers."

The older man hesitated just long enough o look around and make sure that his wife hadn't returned. Then his zipper was undone, his erect cock was given air and light and with the minimum of fuss and delay it was buried in Ann's mouth.

Ann gurgled her pleasure once more as she was seriously fucked at both ends.

"So" said Stacey next morning as the girls lay in their beds "Did you let dad fuck you then?"

"NO!" came the indignant reply.

"Yeah, I bet" Stacey whispered, more to herself than anybody else.

End of Part 6







