Chapter 5: Benched

“Your father?”

“Mmmm, I had to celebrate my first period, obviously: it meant I was finally ready for my vag to see some action.”

“But he didn’t want to.”

“No, but I mean, obviously, periods mean you’re ready, and also just after one you’re safe aren’t you. But I wanted to try it and he was the obvious one to start with, but he was all ‘no I can’t’, so I had to seduce him.”

“Seduce your own father.”

“Well he’s a guy, and he looked at me in that way, once or twice, like seeing I’m a girl now, so I thought: ‘why not’. So I just stayed on it. I told him I wanted to fuck him, so he was thinking about it, and I started dressing sexy, and then touching him, as he had to let me, but in a girl way, and in the end it was enough: he just let me keep touching him till I got hold of it. So then he gave in obviously and took me to bed and showed me. It was way cool.”

“So you’re planning to ‘stay on it’ with me?”

“All I have to do is touch you,” she smiled with well grounded confidence. “Cos, you know, I can see in your eyes, how you’re basically wired for it. But once was it, with my dad. I mean, it was right. It was a loving thing to do, but only that one time. We both felt that. But you’re more into it, I think, and also hotter, to be honest.”

“And I thought you said you’d never seen one?”

“Well ... yes okay, but I’m pretty sure yours is more worth looking at,” she smiled, unabashed.

By now I was pinned. The desk was protecting my lap but I had nowhere to go. Olivia the sex nymph was millimetres away, naked and unafraid. Possibly I could slide the chair back, quickly get up and be chased round the office, but that was it. If she set out to touch me, she’d be able to. And for her, evidently, sex is a mode of communication. Touching as body language. Her empathy was reading me letter by letter: if she touched me, it was all over.

“Alright,” I took the only way out, “I’ll come down and you can all see a dick. Even those of you who’ve already seen one...”

“Oh cool,” she grinned. “Erect, obviously.”

“Yes, okay.” I had to accept the point, and smile back at her.

“So I’ll stroke it, before we go out? But I won’t fuck you.”

“Fair enough,” I nodded.

“Except, if you fuck somebody else, I get some too.”

I rolled my eyes, but she knew she’d made her point.

So in all too few minutes I was walking naked onto the lawn, alongside naked, underage Olivia, watched by a rapt, giggling crowd of naked girls that included my daughter.

“Wow Delz,” Jessica nudged Della, “how perfect!”

“God that’s what?” sniggered Jessica, “seven inches? And what across?”

“Hang on,” Della was running for the conservatory. She does move well, I had to notice. In a moment she was back, with a tape measure from their sewing, while her nude friends gathered round me.

“So how do we get it up again?” asked Maia.

I’m not really a performer, and it had started to wilt.

“Don’t worry,” laughed Olivia, leaning her firm, warm body into me and sliding a slim arm round my waist, while Della knelt down and gave my cock a light stroke as she offered the tape up. In an instant it was rock hard, swaying slightly, throbbing and tingling, especially where she’d found it necessary to put a fingertip on my hypersensitive cockhead.

“Seven point two,” she announced, “and...” she put it round the girth, “fuck me! Seven around as well! Okay, six point nine. What’s that across? Elsia?”

“Hey Google,” just because she was naked didn’t mean the teen didn’t have her phone in her hand, “what’s six point nine inches divided by pi?”

“The answer,” said her phone, “is approximately two point one nine six three three eight inches.”

“God,” shrieked Rona, “over two inches across!”

“A bit more if anything,” grinned the afro-sporting beauty, “as that’s for round and it’s not quite.”

“Anyway it’s huge,” smiled Della proudly, as everyone ogled. For a few seconds they all stared at it, while Olivia kept her arm round me, making sure her friends could see it at its best.

“God so,” Rona moved in, right next to me, “can we actually try it? Why not?”

“Yeah!” general approval rippled through the party.

“Who’s first then?” asked the skinny brunette whom I didn’t know.

“Nobody’s ‘first’,” I told her quickly. “It’s just a look.” I made to take a step back, but Jenna was behind me.

“It ought to be virgins first,” suggested Jessica, “who haven’t had any yet.”

“Mmmm,” agreed the little redhead, “oldest virgin first, as that’s worst to be. Who’s that?”

“That’s you Lottie,” Della gave her a playful prod, “fancy that!”

“Haha,”Lottie laughed. “Okay. Or the smallest? Georgia?”

“Oh god!” the skinny little brunette was Georgia. “I don’t know? Will it even fit in?”

“It’s just a look!” I insisted. I turned and pushed my way out of the huddle - at the cost of skin on skin contact with several naked fourteen-year-olds. But I made it out. The girls started after me, so I ended up running. My flailing cock didn’t slow me down too much, so I was still ahead at the patio door that opens into the breakfast room.

I got it open and was inside in a second. Before I could slide it closed and lock it however, Della was half in.

“It won’t do any harm,” she claimed.

“You got me down here under false pretences,” I accused her.

“We were going to get you anyway,” she smiled, pushing the door open.

“You can’t just decide to help yourself,” I argued with increasing desperation, as the room filled with her ill-intentioned cronies.

“What exactly is the problem?” she challenged.

“I mean it’s totally obvious,” Olivia had an arm round her now, “how you want to, really.”

“I could end up in prison!”

“Just lie down on the bench,” Della was pulling out the bench seat from the breakfast table, with Jenna helping at the other end.

“Then,” Rona laughed, “you can’t be accused of doing anything can you?”

“We can just ride you,” sniggered Jessica.

“It’s still illegal,” I rasped, or rather gasped. “A court won’t buy that story for a second. A forty-two year old man and Year Nine girls, it’s a meme: I’m the predator and you’re my supposedly innocent bloody victims!”

“So not fair,” smirked Rona, coming right up to me. My cock was leaning against her mound, in her tickling bush. I felt her long, feminine fingers lifting my chin, and then I was being kissed.

Della moved behind and pressed her naked tits into my back. Her fingertips slid erotically down the sides of my ribs.

I found my hands on Rona’s smooth, firm hips, while my nostrils inhaled intoxicating girlie fragrance. Lips and tongue fed sensational sensation into me, pressed into hers by sensuous hands round my head. My brain swirled.

I was pushed sideways and backwards, till my legs bumped into the bench. My knees gave way and I sat down on it. The coolest girl around was still kissing me, pushing me off-balance so I had to lie down. Her hair cascaded round my face, enveloping me, while her tits squashed against my arm and chest.

I felt multiple hands on my legs, arranging them together along the bench, and heard multiple gigglings and exclamations ... A hand touched my cock! Stroking lightly up it, very slowly. I didn’t even know whose hand it was, making me throb and tingle maniacally.

“If you’re worried,” Della offered, “we could tie your hands under, so you’re definitely not taking advantage of us? Just lightly, with a bit of ribbon, so it looks right.”

Rona released my lips so I could answer. Risk management! Rona WAS going to fuck me, and the others could easily let word slip out. So appearance was vital. And it was the truth after all, as good as. Sometimes you have to work within the possible. “Yes okay,” I gasped.

The slim, tanned teen was still kissing me as she eased a long leg over. I felt girlie fingers lifting my cock a bit more - Jessica’s perhaps, but who knew - then she was slithering backwards.

“Here babe,” I heard Jessica, and felt extra fingertips nudging my cock - she was giving Rona a final frig to get her ready: wet and swollen, ready to receive her first cock.