Chapter 1

Lost my virginity at 16, knocked up my girlfriend, first time. At our parents ‘request’ we married. Did alright for about fifteen years or so and then Tara met Julie, a man hating lesbian and within a year, I was a single father.

I’ve got a good job, a house in the country, pool, lots of land etc. I hang with a pretty elite crowd. My wife and her mistress ran me through the ringer so I’m kinda out on women as a long term idea right now. But I’m no monk. I’ve got a girlfriend, but she happens to be the wife of my friend. Yeah, I know, and I think the husband does too. He works his ass off and I know he loves money. Maybe he feels it’s better me than somebody who will take her away. Well, that’s a story for another time. This is about the ‘dads club’.

My daughter, Molly is turning sixteen. Very intelligent, very sophisticated, way beyond her chronological age. She has a circle of friends from her advanced classes, we parents all know each other, one of the moms a bit better than others. But that’s all on the down-low. Then there is the ‘six-pack’.

Molly, Sherry, Jessie, Katrina, Raven and Terry.

A lot of girls, I’ll try to not confuse you.

Molly, Kat, Raven, all built the same. Mid-five-foot range, curvy, brown eyes, shoulder length hair, Molly’s is red, Kat blond, Raven, black. Average breasts. Kat, Katrina, is a German exchange student, staying with Terry’s family for two years.

Sherry, very shy. Runner build. Long chestnut hair and eyes, glasses, big breasts. Jessie, tall, very thin, long legs, average breasts, long blond hair.

And then, there is Terry. Tiny just five-feet, nearly flat. Sixteen, going on thirty. A predator in training. Terry loves to hug me and rub her body against mine. I think she’s a tease, but it feels good. Her breasts are tiny but her nipples are very long and get very hard.

I’ve watched these girls grow up and now they are young women. Molly is the last to reach sixteen and the party is at my house. All the moms trust me, particularly the one that I’m fucking.

Okay, I’ve noticed that the girls and my daughter have grown up. I haven’t seen Molly naked and I’m terrified to peek, but she walks around in panties and long tees and her bikini pushes the limit of discretion. I’ve overheard the girls talking. Terry, of course was the first to lose her virginity. I know Molly hasn’t, but I’m not sure about the rest.

They all wear small swimsuits and I long ago stopped fighting it and peek out the window at them while I stroke my cock. I’m only human they all are so grown up. And now they will be in my house for the whole weekend, in July.

My plan is simple. Stay out of the way. I’ve stocked the fridge and freezer with snacks, made a huge tray of ziti and a pot of stew, lots of drinks. The girls are bringing movies. I have a suite at the far end of the house, so I can hide out indefinitely. We’ll ignore the fact that the window in my closet looks out over the pool. A little harmless voyeurism and next week, I’ll take out my frustrations on my horny mom. I wanted to lace the house with cameras, envisioning teen lesbian orgies, but the tiny amount of good sense I have said no, and I listened.

The girls arrived simultaneously in a yakking hoard, full of duffel bags and grocery sacks. Molly and I greeted everybody, hugged, except Sherry, she blushed, I passed. Terry, of course clamped her tiny body to mine, “Thank you, Mr. C. We’re gonna have an awesome time.” She looked right into my eyes when she said that. The message was clear, she meant me too. Oh no, time to withdraw.

The girls had disappeared, going to change into swimsuits. Molly mentioned that the pool pump was making noise so I went out to check. Nothing serious so I went in the back door and up the back stairs to my ‘safe space’ LOL. The door to my suite was closed. I opened it.

Terry, naked. On the bed, her shorts, a tank top, she doesn’t bother with a bra, and a purple thong, and the top to her tiny bikini. Her, bent over, tiny breasts pointing down, nipples rigid, her round ass facing me, her young sex and tight little star on display with a wispy cloud of black pubic hair. She casually looked over her shoulder, slowly getting into the bikini, “Oh, sorry Mr. C, shoulda locked that door. You don’t mind, do you?”

Let’s see. Don’t mind looking at the naked body of a lush, tiny sixteen-year-old sex kitten? Oh, fuck no. But this could be a problem. Molly, and Terry’s parents, would not approve.

“I don’t kiddo, but Molly and your folks would. I’ll step out till you’re done.”

She took a little longer than I thought it would take to put on two minuscule bits of cloth and I thought I heard strange noises. Terry popped out the door in her micro, her nipples like bullets. She hugged me. She’s always hugging me, and gently pulled my head down till her young lips caressed my ear, “I left you a gift, Mr. C.” And skipped off down the back stairs.

I went back in, closed and locked the door. My bed, pulled back. A wet spot in the middle. Next to it, the purple thong, laid out perfectly, the gusset two shades darker. Yes, I’m weak. I put that thong in my mouth sniffed the sheets and masturbated, cumming all over my belly, gasping, picturing Terry rubbing her clit and gushing on my bed. I need to stay far away from that girl. I’m way too weak.

No. There was no skinny-dipping or teen lesbian orgies around my pool. There was some rough-housing in the pool and I did get a look at some breasts, including my daughter, no I didn’t look away, but that was it.

I sent Molly a text. I had put some beer and wine in a separate fridge. The parents had agreed since nobody would be driving and we all felt it was a safe way to introduce adulthood. Molly sent back a smile emoji and the night was on.

Around eleven, the girls had all been inside for a while, I could hear a movie playing. I was tired of hiding out. I put on my swimsuit, with a jockstrap, not needing to show anything, just in case, and went out to swim some laps.

I think the beer and wine had their effect and by the time I went back up to my suite the house was quiet. Not being a dope, I locked my door.

Saturday I was in the kitchen-- I had my shorts and jock on, not wanting to offend-- when they started to wake and filter in. Torture. Panties, tank tops with nipples, long tees that weren’t quite long enough. Terry in a thong and a tee that was too short, little smirks at me. Molly gave me a long hug. Her carters panties pushed against me, her breasts pressing on my chest. My hands, hugging her, slipped and I briefly touched her cotton-clad flanks. Terry saw and mocked a shocked look, then smirked. I went back to my suite and masturbated with Terry’s thong, again. After breakfast, they all got dressed and we all piled into Terry’s mom’s van. I took them to the mall, the water park and mini golf. I passed on shopping. I sat in the food court texting with my mom/girlfriend.

‘I’m taking one for the team here.’

‘You’re a great dad, but I’m not seeing your sacrifice here, LOL’

‘You never took six sixteen-year-olds to the mall’

‘Poor boy, we won’t mention you watching those hot little bodies around your pool. I know I sent mine with a tiny bikini, knowing a perv like you would peek. Tell me you didn’t jack off.’

‘No comment.’

‘LMAO x 10! Such a perv. Bet you’d love to get that fat dick of yours in them.’

‘It’s not fat.’

‘Ha! Dodger. Admit it or I won’t let you fuck my asshole this week.’

‘That’s not fair. :-(. Yeah, I would.’

‘I wish I had a son. I’d fuck him all the time.’

‘Now who’s the perv?’

‘Hey, only if he made the first move.’

‘Oh, it’s okay to fuck your son if he makes the move? LOL Missed that rule.’

‘Consensual incest. Gotta be their idea. Soooo, you wanna...?’

‘No comment.’

‘LMAO x 10. Okay, next time we fuck, you can call me Molly and I’ll call you daddy. We can do it in the dark, just to make it better.’

‘Perv.’

‘Takes one to know one, ‘daddy’. See ya Wednesday. Be rested. :-)’

I suppose it should make me feel better to know I’m not alone in lusting after my kid. Now I had shared my deepest secret. It did make me feel better. Maybe this week I’ll do her laundry for her. Gotta be careful, not create a problem. The six-pack suddenly surrounded me and my reverie was broken. Off to our next adventure.

I watched at the water park. Smart kids, they all had tank suits, no bikinis, but those suits were tight and by the end I knew who shaved and who trimmed, or not.

I did play mini golf and we all had a great time.

I had promised to grill dinner and nearly burned everything from watching all the little hot bodies running around the pool. Terry flashed her tiny tits at me and at one point came over to the grill, wearing a long tee, and with her back to the mob, took my Hand and put it between her legs. She had taken her suit bottom off and my hand was full of trimmed and very wet teen pussy. Instinctively my finger slid inside. Shocked at myself I yanked my hand out.

“Lick it Mr. C. You know you want to.”

I slipped my fingers into my mouth. Terry walked away, smiling.

I disappeared after dinner and the girls hit the wine and beer.

At ten-thirty-five I slipped down to the pool for a swim.

Ten laps and I lay on one of the lounges with a beer from the cooler. The lights were off and I enjoyed the darkness. A young form came around from behind me and straddled me, Terry the terror.

“Terry, why aren’t you inside watching the movie?” Her wiggling on my lap, me knowing why and fighting it.

Her voice just a little boozy, “We were talking and we need you. Well, some of us need you.”

“For?”

Her little ass rubbing on my cock had gotten me hard, but the jock restraining it made it tough to feel. She kept up the lap dance nonetheless, now leaning in till our foreheads touched, her beer breath caressing my face, “We were talking about sex. I told them I lost my V card to an older man and it was awesome. He was slow and careful and gave me multiple orgasms.”

I lifted her off of me, “Okay, more than I need to know.”

She stood next to the lounge, “Okay, I’ll get to the point. The virgins want you to fuck them. Here’s what they ask. You go shower and lay on your bed naked. Lights out, shade drawn. They want this to be anonymous. Each girl will come in and you two do or not do whatever you want. I won’t be in the group. I have my older man. Now, don’t say anything. If you’re not interested, lock your door and we’ll never talk about any of this again. We’ll check in twenty-minutes.”

Terry leaned over and touched my ear with her lips, her wet tongue driving me mad.

“Molly?” I whispered.

“There’s only four. I know you’re fucking my mom and this is the price of my silence.” She sucked my ear into her hot wet mouth, released it and walked back into the house. I could not take my eyes off of her.

She planned this and put the others up to it. I just know it. It explained her actions from the time she showed up. I was set up. I’d love to say I had some inner moral struggle with this. Nope. My cock took over all thinking and I headed up to the suite.

I had turned off anything that made light, including placing the digital clock on it’s face, so I had no idea how long I’d been laying in the remnants of Terry’s wet spot on my bed. I ran my mind over the girls, reminding myself of any body characteristics. My cock was so hard it hurt. I was not having any second thoughts.

My door opened. The hall was as dark as the room. I felt a small body climb up and on top of me. My cock was rampant. Hot breath in my ear as small breasts touched my chest. Terry’s whisper, “this is a tease, Mr. C. Now, the rules. No talking. Let the girls do what they want. Please don’t cum till one of them says so. Maybe some will be here twice. Nobody has a hymen, we’ve all used toys to break them. We’re all on the pill so we’re safe. Tomorrow, this never happened.”

Terry slipped off me and then I felt her hot wet mouth surround my cock. One suck and she stopped, “oh, you’re so ready.”

She slipped out and closed the door, leaving me a few minutes to think about the consequences if this gets out. I’d have to reveal my affair too. Total destruction. I did not get up and lock the door.

That thing about having a sense deprived making the others stronger is true. My ears felt like they were getting larger. The whisper of feet on the carpet, the muffled mechanical sound of the door knob. She paused and closed the door. The bed shifted as she got on. Strawberry shampoo. She smelled so fresh. I was sure I could feel her heat. Sitting next to me on the bed, her hip touching mine. A hand, gently touching my leg, moving up, her breath getting deeper and faster. One finger touching my balls, a pause, more fingers, then her small hand fondling me, moving up, running her fingers up and down my rigid penis. Now I’m sure I can smell her excitement.