Episode 2: DOLLar DANCE

Before Big Daddy Rick could cross the room to reach and object to his youngest daughter Chloe’s tipsy tongue action, two uncaring older males had leaned in close to lick at her swelling cleavage. Her expression was of awe and exhilaration, blinded slightly by her sister’s borrowed wedding veil. Their roaming tongues sent dramatic shivers all over her body. None of them were even aware of her fuming father standing over them until he cleared his throat.

“AGE GENTLEMEN! BE SMARTER THAN THIS.” He then turned his attention on his adorable blonde baby. “As for you Cover Girl, the bar is closed.” He took her glass of champagne, drank the rest and sat the lute on a neighboring table.

Her eyes bulged as she shrank over being busted by her dad. Her over the age of 30 secret admirers swiftly scattered to avoid his wrath. “Are you insane? Your mother is setting up the cake over there.” Now he found the wife. Whew!

After noticing that sweaty set of handprints on her butt earlier he was questioning her loyalty. While he trusted Marci, his wife never once gave him reason not to, she had not even mentioned that paw print. “What if she saw you allowing ... letting ... older guys do that.”

“Sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t resist. That was as far as I would have let them go. I swear.”

“Pull that dress up. Half of your chest is hanging out.” Areola sunrise had Rick wanting to do it for her but felt the eyes of the guests watching. Better to not look bad! A concerned father, yes, a groper if his aim wasn’t right, no.

Looking down at her cleavage Chloe saw her malfunction and sheepishly giggled. Peering up over her brow to see Rick staring at her chest she hesitated any cover up. Eyes lowering again she caught a glimpse of Rick’s inseam; daddy had a huge erection hiding out behind door number one.

Sure enough, her dress had slipped down a bit in her acts of passion. As Rick cleared his throat Chloe decided not to press her luck. With one hand she tugged her loose cleavage hem higher. In the stretching of the silky material, it was then that Rick noticed her nipples were hard as bullets. Pausing to absorb this realization he removed his tuxedo coat and draped it around her shoulders to cloak her.

“Daaaaddy!”

“Live with it.”

Pouting, Chloe stomped her foot. Even worse she noticed her sisters’ Olivia and Lacey laughing at her. Following her eyes Rick realized his aggravation had tormented his youngest. The mocking twins quickly straightened up and turned their attention elsewhere. Not liking Chloe’s emotional state, he growled just before reclaiming his coat. His daughter quickly perked up.

“Fold your arms over those missiles.”

“Missiles?”

She flared her eyes then trailed his lingering gaze back to her nipple hardening. A thinly expressed smile crept over her face followed by a blush. Her dad was locked in on them and in no hurry to hide his notice. Inhaling deeply, she straightened her posture to offer a tighter examination of them.

Her dresses material clung so tightly that it was almost as if she were nude. The full formation of her round breasts were perfect. She knew it. Dad knew it. Every guy in the room knew it. After a hiss Rick shook it off but inevitably his eyes eventually returned to look at them.

“Fuck it! Go have fun. Just keep that dress on.”

“Do I have to keep my arms folded over them?”

“No. Just don’t let your mother see those.”

“Daddy?”

“What?”

“You’re staring at them.”

“Right! Sorry! Quit growing up so damned fast.”

She nibbled her lower lip shyly. “I am an adult now.”

“How are you an adult? Eighteen qualifies as an adult Chloe. Those guys licking your ... you ... were at least 30. The last I knew that was illegal.”

“Can I talk to boys still?”

“Yeah. Just ... who chose these damned dresses, anyway? You girls might as well be naked.”

“I like our dresses. The material is really soft.” Every move the sister’s made the material sent brushes of hormonal fury throughout their bodies.

“Silk over nudity is just asking for trouble.” He grumbled! “Skin-colored does not help.”

“Mine is white. Still staring daddy.” She giggled, bouncing on her toes three times, her 36C chest jiggling lightly. Her expression let it be known that she liked his eye contact. Her brilliant blue eyes were sparkling with curiosity. She too knew he was aroused over her.

With a final comment Rick decided on a threat. “Behave or I’ll spank you. Don’t think I won’t.” Her thoughts danced over the possibility he might be serious. Smile led to worry. Worry led to smiles.

“You would really do that?”

“ABSOLUTELY!” He pointed at her nose. Never once had his daughters deserved a spanking. Well, yes quite a few times over the years but he could never get the nerve to do it. Sadly, today might be the day to change his tactics.

Chloe sighed and pictured his firm hand bending her over his lap and wailing on her bare bottom. Little Miss was indeed maturing fast. “Yes, Daddy! I’ll accept my punishment if you feel it’s necessary.”

Rick concluded that his only escape from her allure was to walk away. As his back turned Chloe tugged her cleavage lower than before. Another fraction of an inch and the areolas of her 36C titties would greedily pop into view. Her entire nipples were nearing the hemline crest, and she embraced the sensitivity.

Hiding herself, her back to Rick, she reclaimed her empty glass and roamed the room once more, men tracking her like hungry wolves. Older men still wishing they were younger. Chloe chose to explore using Skye’s veil to mask herself. Nipples were now exposed but readily covered by her arm if the wrong person caught a glimpse. This was fun!

Exhaling loudly Rick gave up and searched for his wife. He discovered Marci with her older sister Peggy just outside the tiny kitchen where finger foods were set up for the party. Peggy’s son’s Kyle and Aiden side by side behind Marci were chuckling as they clung to her shoulders. They definitely loved their Auntie. People filling plates at their leisure eyed Marci and her familiar entourage. Seeing Peggy on her cell stepping away to hear better, Marci looked concerned but remained with her nephews. She nibbled her lower lip as if something felt entirely too good.

Suspicious a tad Rick ducked behind a pillar out of sight and watched them. Marci lifted both of her hands and palmed Kyle and Aiden’s cheeks as if warning them to behave. Hugging her between them Marci expressed a tense stiffening of her body. With a wall behind them it was impossible for anyone to witness the fact that the boys were rubbing her tight ass through her dress. Jumping as if she was goosed Marci swatted Kyle. While she should have looked angry, she was actually bubbly over it.

“No way! This is not happening. Marci would never do this to not just me, but to her sister. But again, Peggy isn’t looking. I am!”

Sighing heavily Rick grew some balls and left his pillar. Dodging guests refilling plates he managed to slyly sneak behind the trio. By now their hands were behaving. Sliding up close behind her he snaked his arms around Marci, and through his nephews’ charms. Uncertain who was behind her Marci tensed up at a massive erection rubbing on her tight well-kept ass.

Aiden and Kyle presumed it might be their brother Connor until they looked back to see Rick. Playing it off the boys pecked Aunt Marci on the cheek and patted Uncle Rick on the shoulder. Kyle spoke for his brother.

“We were just consoling, Aunt Marci! We’ll let her fill you in.” Excusing themselves the boys walked away hiding devilish grins.

“She’s going to give into us. I can feel it.” Aiden whispered to his brother. “I could tell how wet she was when I goosed her from behind. Hard to believe she’s not wearing panties under her short skirt. I bet I left stains on her dress.”

“Let’s hope Uncle Rick is too stupid to realize his wife is exploring other options. She’s loving our attention. Sooner or later, she’s going to admit it to us. I already know how wet she was, I palmed her twat earlier and left my handprint on her skirt.” So that’s who had a mischievous hand. So, it wasn’t only the groom and his father leaving prints. Both! Marci simply refused to make a scene.

Laughing, the brother’s Marsh blended into chaos. The music getting harder by the minute. “Man! Skye is breaking bank. Her tits are falling out and guys are rushing her with cash to keep the momentum going.”

“I’d do, Cuz!” Cousin! “She’s even hotter after her boob job. Did you see her after photos on her OnlyFan’s page? Not even a scar! Her father-in-law sure didn’t spare the change in getting her the right surgeon.”

“Uncle Rick thinks she took out a loan. Crazy!”

“Do you think Brody’s dad is tapping Skye?”

“Brody Remington is a serious freak I hear. I’d put money on it.” Speaking of which they got into line to dollar dance with Skye. Yep! She showed them her breasts on the sly. Sly Skye! Joined by brother Connor they cloaked her exposure and paid up handsomely. Nope! No scars! Woohoo! You may lick the bride! Cousin Skye was cooing! Four for four! Younger brother Kody jumped at the chance.

I.O.U.!

“What’s going on? You look stressed out.”

Rick hugged Marci from behind, his palms overlapping her lower abdomen in a sensual fashion. His erection jabbing her ass cheeks had her mewing under her breath. Concluding her husband thought nothing of her nephew’s getting a bit too frisky she let out an exhausted sigh as a cover-up strategy.

“Dad took a bad fall at home. Mom can’t physically help him up. They’re all alone out on their ranch. As much as I hate to leave our daughter on this special day, Peggy and I can’t just ignore them. They’re old and feeble Rick.”

“I understand that. I suggested a caregiver long ago. Just call 9-1-1 and send them some help. We can afford the medical emergency.”

Returning, Peggy covered her cell to mask her elderly mother crying. “I’ll drive up. You stay here with Skye. It wouldn’t be right leaving her today.”

Marci looked confused as to priority but trembled at this chance of freedom. “No. I’ll go with you. It may take both of us to lift dad. Mom sounds hysterical. Just tell her we’re on our way. Rick? Explain things to Skye for me. Can you manage things here? Pack up the gifts? Don’t let the girls get too drunk.”

“I got this. You two go. Give Nadine and Don my love. Keep me posted.”

“Okay, here are the keys to the Escalade.” Strangely enough Marci had them on her. That should have been a red flag, but it went right over Rick’s head. She didn’t have her purse on her. “Peggy can drive and bring me home tomorrow sometime. Don’t you drink too much either. You have to be the responsible one.”

“Definitely.”

Marci glanced out at the dance floor to see Skye still collecting money from her shrouding nephews. Luckily from her angle she couldn’t witness the suckling shenanigans. Brody and his dad Trevor were also standing in the way. Brody already breaking bank over his own collection pouch had, had enough of old women.

Releasing his hold over his wife, for once, Rick sighed with relief. At least with Marci leaving, his daughters wouldn’t get caught over their whorish actions. His erection ignorantly shining down his left pant leg was agony, his wife rubbing up on it was only amplifying the desire to nut. He needed to get laid or at least beat off to relieve the stress.

A chance glance at Marci’s butt there it was again. He knew he didn’t leave any sWEaTy palm prints. Her nephews crossed his mind, but surely not. It sure did look that way though. Naaa! “Don’t be delusional.” His imagination most likely.

“I’ll go warn my boys that we’re leaving.” Peggy finished her call then prepared to take a walk out onto the dance floor. “Maybe I can get Kyle and Aiden to ride home with you and I and help us with dad.”

“Good idea! Connor drove, right? He can bring Kody back to your house.” Kody was the youngest at seventeen.

“I’ll warn them. Be right back.” Gone!

“Our baby looks so happy.” Marci tilted her head trying not to weep.

“That she does. Go warn Skye you’re leaving. I’ll take care of everything.”

“I love you so much. Thank you for understanding.”

A quick kiss later and Rick was on his own. Peggy and Marci snuck in catching Skye during a proper moment and explained their upcoming absence. Once achieved she and Marci, joined by her four sons rushed out without a glance back. Obviously, Connor and Kody were concerned about grampa. Good boys there to help the grandparents.

Shaking the suspicious fog out of his thoughts Rick concluded he needed a drink. Heading to the bar he bought a beer and chilled out alone with his back to the bar. Noting guys repeating themselves in line, still fighting to bury their faces into Skye’s tits with cash, Rick smirked!

“Nothing I can say, she’s a force of nature, my kid. Bleed ‘em dry, Skye.”

To his right a pair of college level boys discussed Olivia and Lacey, comparing their beauty and appearance to bustier versions of Ariana Grande. The only blonde sister Chloe to actress Olivia Holt. Even Skye was mentioned as a taller more endowed cross between Katie Perry and Mila Kunis. Grinning, Rick had to agree with their fantasy actress league. Sensing his eavesdropping the boys chose to avoid him and drift away.

Polishing off his beer Rick abandoned the bottle when he heard the DJ over the microphone tell the crowd it was time for the bride to toss the bouquet and remove the garter belt. The roughly 300 guests applauded the couple with chatter amongst themselves. Curious, Rick left the bar and stepped out to notice over two dozen available young ladies awaiting Skye’s blind toss behind her. Rick couldn’t help but smile.

Locating his three younger daughters amid the chaos while smothering each other in preparation of capturing the glory he laughed. All three were preparing themselves strategically to wrestle away the bouquet should it land amongst them. Skye glancing over her shoulder checked out the location of her sisters then turned her back.

In a mighty hurl over her head, she flung the flower bouquet. From there it was held breath and a resounding squeal of an army of girls seeking to win. Rick likened it to a football game as the players all piled on each other to get the ball. Over a dozen girls stormed the fallen bouquet. The rest merely crowded around laughing.

As the war ceased Olivia found her cleavage totally yanked over her tits. Big, beautiful breasts were bobbing about for all to see. Rick turned pale at the sight, hearing guys huff in variations of lustful admiration. “Look at those babies,” the consensus. “I’d titty fuck those.” and “I’d nut on those.” were also popular.

“Of course they would.”

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose. Tempted to run to her rescue he held back. Some of those young men from Brody’s college days swooped in gallantly to do it for him. “At least there are a few good men here.” Sure! Blocked by their mass they stood over her rubbing their inseams as they performed beating off gestures.

Not to be left out young Chloe laid flat on her back beside Olivia laughing at their sexual teasing. Both of their legs were wide and chests heaving. Together the men wagged their tongues at them and used fingers to portray that they had covered their titties in a massive load.

Guys hovering around them did their best to catch a glimpse up between their legs. Even Rick caught a glimmer of finely- groomed snatch. Groomed! Groom! That left a bad taste in his mouth. “Sweet Jesus! Olivia I can understand. Close your legs, Chloe! For God’s sake you’re barely...” He counted sixteen young men competing to get closer looks.

While her sisters ran interference Lacey fought the hardest to keep hold of the bouquet, wrestling with another girl. Over the dueling Lacey’s dress found a spiked heel stepping on her long skirt courtesy of a third girl. Accidently ripping Lacey’s dress when the tussle became war, the slit up her left hip sliced like a knife clear up to her belt line if she were wearing one.

Her entire hip exposed itself, including a butt cheek. As she rolled her entire ass slipped into view. The battle with Skye’s high school bestie Lori Metcalf raged and the bridesmaid dress ripped even further. Up to her ribcage now. Winning the fight, she held the bouquet high over her chest triumphantly.

All of the girls laughed and blushed for her. Lacey wasn’t even embarrassed at her gorgeous pussy in view. What was strange was that photographer Alison Queen captured all of that on film? Click! Click! Whirrr! Pussy in her line of sight seemed worthy to capture.

“Unbelievable! The ginger is snapping pic after pic like she’s a porn photographer.” Maybe she was! “I sure hope those pictures don’t get out. I need to chat with Red over that stunt before the end of the night.”

Rick stood in shock and couldn’t even move. He had already heard far too many guys commenting over all three of his daughters lying on the dance floor. Things about perfect tits and ass. Wanting to suck on those nipples. Even an “I’d fuck all three of those little twats so hard.” His head was spinning.

He needed to get in there and help his girls. Before he could valiantly come to the rescue, he noticed five separate older guys offering to help at least Lacey up, hiding her behind their bodies like a huddle. Their guardian angel act wasn’t fooling anybody. Rick could tell by Lacey’s squeal that she was being pawed up.

“Seriously? Where’s the Pastor with a silver whistle.”

Still sitting on the floor with both breasts dangling Olivia took her time in covering up. Chloe had already sat up and was pulling her dress together. Again, Rick found his pride. Maybe he had put the fear of God in her after all. Regardless, boys pulled them to their feet from behind. He caught a glimpse of one hand cupping Chloe’s tit on the way up. No resistance in her. The same with Olivia. Rick was ready to burst a blood vessel.

“Relax, Daddy. Wardrobe malfunctions happen.” Bride Skye intervened! “They all have a change of clothing.”

“Right!” Rick dropped his jaw! “Shit! The girls’ bags are in Peggy’s trunk. The Escalade was too packed with all of your stuff. She and your mother had to leave. Your grandpa had a nasty fall. Wait! You knew that.”

“Mom didn’t even say anything about the bags, it must have slipped her mind. Lacey might need your coat more than Chloe ever did. Her dress is done for.”

“How can you tell? She’s wearing all of their coats at once. Bodies included!” He sneered sarcastically! “A coat of white paint if I allowed it.”

“You do know Lace is loving every second of this, right? Just chill out and offer her your coat. I have to go it’s my turn to show off ... garter belt time.” She hiked her train in front to reveal her bare legs clear up to her lower thighs.

Heading off to rejoin Brody she left her dad with a playful wink. Shrugged off, Rick dashed into the gathering to pass off his coat. He had totally lost sight of Chloe in the chaos. Reaching Lace, he challenged the boys. “That’s enough tailoring, Fellas. You can stop copping feels over my daughter now,” Nudging them aside he found Lacey examining her destruction. “Yep. That dress is a goner.” Everything was exposed as she studied the rip.

Lacey feigned whimpering as she primped at her tattered skirt. Lifting it aside, even Rick caught a healthy look at her thinly shaved snatch. So did her entourage!

“Knock it off, Streaker.” He forced his coat over her shoulder and swatted her hand away from her skirt dancing. Pulling it tightly around her he buttoned two buttons at the bottom. It was just long enough to conceal the worst pending on the selection process of her voyeurs. Joining them Olivia eyed her sister’s predicament.