Chapter One

They'd been tormenting me for some months now, since they left school to be precise. They were my daughter's small group of friends. I had watched most of them grow up for the ten years we'd been living in our present house. All, but Claire, had spent many hours in and around my house over that decade. Since leaving school, however, they'd spent nearly everyday here. The main reason being the glorious summer we were having. No doubt our large garden and swimming pool helped. Naturally they spent most of the time dressed, or should I say undressed, accordingly. Hence my torment! Apart from Tam, who was unfortunately a plain girl and even at 5'8" still looked quite a bit overweight, all the girls were going to be stunners. My sixteen-year-old daughter Amy was their unelected leader, another reason for their appearance on my doorstep. Amy was stunningly attractive, stood at 5'10" with long blonde hair and striking blue eyes; the latter the only physical attribute inherited from me. Cherie and Claire were darker images of Amy, both nearly as tall, both with brown eyes. Both were brunettes and both shared the same wicked sense of humour. They were often mistaken for twins but were in fact totally unrelated. Louise was the sporty one of the group, over 5'7", with very short mousy hair. Louise was never still always in the pool or kicking a ball about; a sheer bundle of energy. Jenny always seemed the odd one out, petite, only 5'4", black shiny hair cut in a bob, and very much the introvert. Apart from Claire who'd joined the group a year back they'd all been together on and off since we arrived in this house.

I have worked from home for the few years since my divorce and found that it suited me perfectly. That is until this summer. I'd positioned my desk to look out across the pool and down the garden. This had seemed ideal, in fact was ideal, until the distraction of so much near naked feminine flesh. I'd assumed that this torment from the girls was wholly unintentional but the last few days I'd began to wonder. Cherie had taken to lying on her sun lounger directly outside my window, usually with her feet pointing towards me and as far apart as the lounger would comfortably permit.

This of course provided me with an extremely good view of her barely covered pussy. She obviously shaved her bikini line, which in keeping with current fashion was quite high. She also had the very disconcerting habit of running her finger inside and pulling the fabric away from her sex, before letting it fall back, presumably in a more comfortable position. I spent most of the summer with a perpetual hard on.

I'd gone through a painful divorce, one I'd never wanted and one that left a lot of emotional baggage. The latter the main reason for my year or more of self enforced celibacy. Having no release for my sexual torment only worked to make it worse. My thoughts, which were quickly becoming habitual, were to give up pretending to work and to take pleasure in studying the girls.

My daughter, I ignored because no matter how big she got she was just that my little baby girl. I had no doubts that others would look on her different but not me. Of course, I realised that the other girls were also daughters but most of the time I could convince myself that it didn't matter because they weren't mine.

Tam was usually first on my list. As I've said she was plain and overweight. I can appreciate plain women but cannot find any sexual attraction in larger women. I've been told by many friends that I don't know what I'm missing and although I accept this, I can't help what I feel. My time spent on Tam was usually minimal.

Louise was next. I knew Lou better than the others because she shared my passion of football and we'd regularly shared a kick about and even the odd game of squash. Lou was supremely fit with a runner's physique. Slim with tiny breasts and a firm but indistinguishable behind. I liked Lou a lot, and whenever thinking about her, cannot help remembering a squash session a year or so back when my shorts had torn giving Lou a full view of my cock. Nothing was ever mentioned after that but I could still recall her fixed stare at my manhood. This summer I'd had numerous thoughts relating to renewing that acquaintance.

Jenny was a mystery to me. She never seemed to give away her thoughts. It appeared that we got on because when Jenny did join in she obviously shared my love of sarcasm as a means of communication. She appeared the most mature of the group but always seemed happy to follow the flow. Physically she was very pretty, small but perfectly formed. Most women seem to have a best feature, face, breasts, legs or whatever but Jenny's best feature was everything; it was like the saying "the whole was more than the sum of its parts". One thing I had noticed though was that her nipples became erect very easily; either that or she had one hell of a dirty mind! I couldn't analyse why but apart from Tam, Jenny occupied my fantasies least.

Cherie and Claire I could never separate in my fantasies. They figured individually where they were mutually interchangeable, and as a pair when I allowed my imagination to run free. Slim with good-sized breasts and full backsides they were at their peak. Recently my mind had replayed Cherie's display of scarcely covered pussy numerous times when alone in bed. I longed for it to be my finger that probed under her bikini bottoms, to delve slowly in the damp crevice that lead to her inner core; to dip my finger in the sweet nectar and taste her essence. (I'm sure you get the idea). These pair starred in the majority of my nighttime fantasies.

One day Cherie was in a particularly exhibitionist mood. She'd been lying on her stomach facing me on her usual lounger when she'd leaned forward and removed her bikini top. I was treated to an all too brief view of a lovely pair of breasts. Brief though it was, it was enough for me to see her small nipples and her light aureole. An hour or so later after allowing me other equally brief sightings she turned around so that her feet were pointed towards me. I waited in anticipation for what I knew would follow. Sure enough a few seconds later her fingers moved inside her bikini bottom, pulled the material away from her pussy and released it. Unlike previous, this time she pulled the fabric forward AND to the side, giving me a clear view of her young pussy. It was totally hairless with her pink lips pouting as if demanding a kiss, a demand I longed to accede to.

I decided to leave the window whilst my heart was still beating reasonably normally and go and read in the living room. Ten minutes later a heavy shower brought the girls in. Expecting only a brief downpour they were still clad in their swimwear. Claire and Cherie sat opposite me on the settee whilst the others sat spread-eagled on the floor. Unusually quiet, the girls just looked out the window for a while. Realising that the shower was not going to give in that easily they turned their attention to me,

'You're not working then? How come?' Cherie asked with an impish grin. I'd been pretty sure that Cherie had known of her little display before but now I was certain of it.

'No,' I replied, 'I got distracted and couldn't concentrate,' I continued innocently prepared to see how far it would go.

Cherie giggled and leaned over and whispered something to Claire who looked at me then also had a giggling fit. Amy and Tam got up and went to the kitchen, Amy to get a drink and Tam probably for food. Claire returned the whisper and I saw Cherie nod. Claire stood up and headed for the kitchen. She couldn't have even made it there before she was back sitting next to Cherie. They both had silly grins on their faces when Claire slowly opened her legs. It was immediately obvious why she'd left her seat. She had moved the material covering her pussy to the side showing me another naked pussy. A little smile came to her face and she said 'What was that then?' in an innocent voice, belying her visible sex.

Cherie turned around on the chair and leaned over as if to reach something behind it. Without doubt she was aware of her delectable behind openly displayed for me. Quickly Claire closed her legs as Amy returned and said, 'weather's a bit dull. Let's go into town.'

I excused myself, trying desperately to hide my now huge erection. I headed straight for my bedroom. Ten minutes of lustful thoughts later my erection was as hard as ever. Quickly I undressed and began to caress my cock thinking of what I'd just seen downstairs. At the time masturbation was my only form of sexual release so I'd always try and make it last, doing everything nice and slowly. I lay back, closed my eyes to allow my imagination better access and stroked my throbbing cock. I could easily last forty minutes like this and today I really wanted to savour every moment. About ten minutes later my subconscious became aware of someone else in the room. I looked up and Jenny was standing by the door watching me. My hand was still moving up and down my stiff member. For what seemed like an hour but was more likely a few minutes neither of us spoke. Jenny just looked at my cock whilst I stared at Jenny's eyes.

'I came to apologise for C&C,' Jenny finally said, making no move to either leave or approach me. C&C was the group's name for Cherie and Claire.

'Why are you doing that?' she continued not once letting her eyes stray.

'As you came to apologise for them two then obviously you know what they were doing. That said, then you know why I need to masturbate. I can't very well do anything to you girls can I?' unintentionally linking Jenny with the other two.

'Why not? They deserve it. It might teach them a lesson about teasing. They're always doing it, although I've never seen them go that far before.'

'Deserving it is still no excuse. A woman should want sex otherwise its rape and no man should condone that. It's all right fantasizing about them but doing something is an entirely different matter. And I don't think either of them actually wants sex, certainly not with an old man like me'.

The last bit was thrown in hopefully to elicit a denial after all; I was still stroking my cock, which had lost none of its hardness. I was also doing it in front of a girl the same young age as those I'd been talking about. The thoughts that kept me hard had however changed. Jenny now took the parts played by C&C.

'Is that what you're thinking about now? Sex with one of them.' she asked.

'No,' I answered, without saying who I was thinking about.

'I thought men were only hard when they thought about sex.'

'I am thinking about sex but not with either of them.'

'Who then?' Jenny demanded.

I didn't answer but I looked straight at her. Jenny's eyes finally left my crotch and met mine. She then clicked.

'Oh! Me?' she cried incredulously, obviously unaware of the effect she along with C&C had been having on me these last few months.

'Yes you. Why do you look so surprised?' I replied. The last minute or so I'd come to the conclusion that Jenny was by far the best of the group. I'd unconsciously thought that C&C were in their prime but hadn't stopped to consider that that prime would be over in a couple of years, after which would follow a downhill slide. Jenny, whilst not as in your face as the other two, was up there with them in looks. The difference was that Jenny's more subtle beauty would continue to improve for at least another twenty years. As Jenny had now stopped watching me masturbate I stopped and let my hand drop. My erection, however, still maintained its full hardness.

'Don't you realise just how beautiful you are?' I asked the sixteen-year-old in front of me.

Jenny blushed, her shyness or modesty refusing to acknowledge my comments with words of her own. She had noticed that I'd stopped. 'Why have you stopped?'

'I was stroking myself because no one else was here to do it for me. Now I have a beautiful young woman with me whom I hope will continue for me.' My own words caused a further realisation to hit me. Now in my eyes suddenly Jenny was no longer a girl, she was the beautiful young woman I'd called her. I desired her and my aching for her hit me hard. I'd done what I had just said was wrong. I'd involved one of the girls. However I had to take the chance. The potential prize was too high for me not to gamble. I waited for her response.

Her answer finally came when she walked toward the bed and sat down by my legs. In desperate anticipation I stopped breathing as she reached slowly towards my manhood. Her hand wrapped itself around my shaft; it's smallness making me look bigger than I actually was. She didn't move her hand as if coming to terms with what she was doing. Slowly she began to repeat the rhythmic movements she'd seen my own hand performing earlier. She moved her other hand and tenderly caressed my balls before moving it and using her fingers to softly play with my swollen head. I moved my hand to caress her back, the only part of her I could reach. We kept up this mutual touching for an age. Fortunately her slow manipulations, though extremely pleasurable, were not enough to bring me to orgasm.

I leaned further forward and pulled her to lie with her back on the bed. I then bent over to kiss her, a soft kiss, gentle as a butterfly. I traced her lips with my tongue, kissed her nose and eyelids before returning to her mouth to explore with my tongue. My hands played with her hair, my fingers acting like a comb before they succumbed to the temptations lower down. I let my fingers lovingly stroke her neck as they moved down to her breasts. The wisp of material that was her bikini top was no obstacle as my fingers pushed it easily out of the way. I used my thumb and finger to first trace around and then softly squeeze her nipple. I felt it rise and harden under my hand amazed how large they had become, especially in comparison with her small but absolutely perfect breasts.

I broke the kiss to move my tongue to replace my hands allowing my hands to continue on their voyage of discovery. Her nipples waved under my tongue as I licked each in turn. My hand traced her taut stomach before sliding under her bikini bottoms. I felt the soft down guiding me towards her sex. She was moist already and my first touch brought a shiver from her petit frame and a low pleasurable groan from her delicate lips. My fingers parted her soft lips with ease as I guided my middle finger into her hot pussy whilst the rest of my hand slowly rubbed her mound. More moans accompanied my actions before Jenny lifted herself up and without a word removed her bikini before lying down again. The smile that accompanied this manoeuvre said more than words ever could. I let my mouth leave the soft skin of her breasts to follow the path pioneered by my hands. Stopping only to lick her navel my tongue arrived at her pussy. My hands and fingers had only been an appetiser for her but my mouth and tongue were to be the main course.

I used my tongue to taste her passion induced, secretions. I used it to tease her clit, licking all around it and flicking it with the sensitive tip of my tongue. All the while my fingers probed her deepest parts. Removing my fingers from inside her I briefly leaned up and placed my fingers in Jenny' mouth so she too could share her nectar with me. I replaced my fingers with my tongue and pushed as far as my tongue would stretch up into her now sopping pussy. The heat seemed intense and I felt Jenny's hands on my head forcing me deeper into her hot body until I felt her whole body tremble. One last nibble on her clit and a huge orgasm overwhelmed Jenny.

With her orgasm I turned myself around and positioned myself above her ready to enter her tiny body. I looked down at her, waiting for permission, not knowing what I'd do if it had been refused. Another stunning smile was my ticket to enter paradise. I placed my cock at her pussy lips, rubbed it up over her wetness, feeling her tremble as it passed over her ultra sensitive clit. I coated it in her honey and pushed towards ecstasy. As I pushed I felt an unfamiliar barrier. I stopped; I hadn't considered that Jenny might be a virgin. Feeling my hesitation Jenny spoke for the first time since coming to my bed.