Chapter 5: Sweeter Than Sugar

When Shelley sauntered back to her parents’ bedroom, Tracey was still fixing some coffees to go downstairs, not that Ian’s mind was dwelling specifically on the benefits of caffeine, as he observed the sexy little teen’s return to the family den of iniquity.

“Whoa, now that’s what I’m talking about,” whistled Greg, staring at his daughter’s newly attired make-over. She really had gone in for the kill. Standing there in the doorway, resplendent in that hot little chequered skirt some three sizes too small to judge by the hemline, plain white blouse and tie with her pretty little cross-over school shoes – the ultimate male fantasy. Johnny Tillotson so had it right in 1961 when he sang his way to the top of the charts with “Poetry In Motion,” which by the way, defines Pop Music of the early sixties – awesome nostalgia!

As if this wasn’t enough to bring on an early release, Shelley had gone the full pigtail route as well as adding the lightest application of both mascara and lip-gloss. Billy Graham himself, would have been praying for salvation, in the face of such aggregated temptation.

“You like daddy?’ she giggled, giving Ian a cheesy smile concurrently. Both men felt their nether regions gearing-up for rather more than a game of Twister. Right then, Tracey returned and seeing her child’s Lolitaesque pose in the doorway, smiled at her, “Doesn’t look like your daughter is planning on an early night Greg,” she muttered, looking across at her husband. Whilst the adults perched on the edge of the bed sipping their coffee, Shelley sat in the chair opposite with her soft-drink, fully aware that the men could see up to her hot little panties, a hemline that short being completely out of it’s league so far as the modesty stakes are concerned. A couple of times she tried tugging the skirt down subconsciously but this merely induced her father to comment. “Don’t mind us sweetheart, view’s perfect as it is!”

Tracey herself was something more than ‘appealing’ too, sitting there between the men and with her full breasts patently obvious beneath that low cut dress. Whilst out of the room, she also had taken the opportunity to brush her hair, dab on some perfume and slip into some clean, sexy little red undies. John C Holmes never had it so good!

“Come on Shell,” spread those legs a bit for us,” Her father grinned, “Stop teasing Ian and let him see your undies properly!”

Maintaining eye contact with both of them, the young girl parted her legs slowly and to Ian’s ever-increasing pleasure, drew both hands up along the inside of her thighs, smiling lasciviously as she did so, continuing across the front of her panties and upwards until her palms caressed the apex of her small breasts momentarily. It was the hottest come-on Ian had yet witnessed, even though his thoughts were irrevocably focused now on his own little girl and how hot she would look enacting a similar performance. A flush of white-hot desire curdled his thought-processes for an instant.

Watching his daughter’s seductive little turn, Greg’s own body thermostat went into melt-down and almost as if seeking tactile support, his right hand began inching it’s way up beneath his wife’s dress, the combination of smooth, hot skin and indecent sexual groping – clearly visible to both his young daughter and a virtual stranger, simply added fuel to the furnace. “Feel free to join-in Ian?” he whispered, seeing the other man looking on wistfully, the far side of his wife.

Ian didn’t need asking twice and shifted base at Mach 1. Tracey just sat and gasped as two hands now worked their way up her inner thighs. As the dress’ hemline was pushed northwards, the first tiny ribbon of red cotton was exposed and she could but stare between her legs as the men pursued their digital journey. On reaching the front of her panties, two sets of fingers began to caress Tracey’s pussy through the skimpy material. Already she was finding breathing an erratic proposition. Sighs and gasps turned to soft moans however as both men slipped their fingers beneath the leg of her panties and journeyed that last few inches to her vaginal lips, trembling with anticipation as they were.

“Ooh,” she let out as Ian’s finger slipped deeply inside her. Was it Ian’s? She didn’t really care. She had less than no control now and at the point her husband slipped his forefinger into the same hot orifice, her hips were already answering the call of nature. The scene from Shelley’s viewpoint was one of dire sexual arousal and despite the men’s on-going glances up her skirt, she had no compunction but to slip a finger inside her own panties and begin rubbing herself to the promised land, legs still indecently wide.

“That’s it sweetheart,” encouraged her father, “Masturbate for us Shell – play with your sexy little pussy, while we get your mom off. Matter of fact. let’s see which of you two girls can get over the line first.” Poor old Ian didn’t know where to look – at his hand up this sexy woman’s dress or at the young girl teasing his sanity with her hand inside her school panties masturbating herself to nirvana. Not every day one can get to see a hot little teenie sitting there with her legs spread, fingering her pussy to the edge of physical release.

Tracey not surprisingly was losing it too. To have two men fingering her wet slit like crazy was sensory overload – least it was at the moment both began cupping and fondling her breasts concurrently. She let the waves of pleasure wash over her, caring but little as they pushed her back on to the covers now tugging her dress right up to her hips while roughly pulling both breasts free of her top. “Pull her panties down Ian,” Greg instructed. He didn’t need to repeat himself let’s say.

Watching the quilt-top activities simply led Shelley into fields of fire and consistent with the build-up taking place between her own legs she let go with moans and cries of extreme pleasure. From the men’s perspective – watching the girl in the throes of self-induced passion and with the now fully unhinged need of the wriggling and moaning female between them on the bed, their own erections were seething, yet captive rods, needing to be unzippered and quickly!

In the upshot, it would be hard to say who took line honors! Tracey was sent over the edge by the mounting pleasures being afforded both her clitoral area and her nipples. Squirming uncontrollably she just raised her arms over her head and let the two men grope her to the finish line. Pretty much at the exact moment that her mom’s orgasm began radiating outwards in concentric circles, Shelley was unable to stifle her own cries of pleasure as her finality was reached. So intense was the schoolgirl’s release., she actually squirted a quantity of hot cum, several inches above her panties and that glistening young slit.

“Jesus – did you see that?” Ian asked of no-one in particular, his hand press-ganged into a more personal servitude currently. Tracey being just too far gone and too sensitive anyway, to bear touch of any sort for a while.

“I saw it Ian,” Greg replied, idly wanking himself still, “don’t believe it – but I definitely saw it. Dammit, where’s a cam-corder when you need one?”

Ian was past the social nicety stage. “Greg,” he whispered, “That sexy little daughter of yours is really asking for it ... would you mind if I fuck her, like really fuck her?” Greg looked at him. and smiled, “Whatever you like ol’ buddy ... just so long as you return the favor one day.” Ian knew exactly what he meant. They shook hands briefly.

“W-what are you doing?” Shelley asked nervously as Ian approached her chair somewhat intentfully – his erection held at the horizontal and at virtually point-blank alignment with her still exposed vaginal lips. As a naturally protective reflex, the young girl closed up her legs.

“I’m going to fuck that hot little pussy of yours six ways from Sunday sweetheart,” he replied, smiling fitfully...”Got your daddy’s permission too,” He added almost triumphantly.

Tracey sat up just in time to see her daughter unceremoniously dragged out of the chair and shoved on to the floor. As Ian forced her legs apart, ripping her panties down at the same time, Shelley began pushing at him with her arms.

“Noo, let me go,” she wailed as he tried pushing her skirt up further. When that met with unexpected resistance, he grabbed her breasts and began fondling them with renewed vigor. Forcing his knee well up between her knees, Ian was able to spreadeagle her on the carpet, imposing his will by sheer age to weight ratio. Still she clawed at him while crying out unimpressively for assistance in fake maiden-in-distress mode.